Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

After I get the courage to walk up to the yellow

paper

behind his lifeless apartment.

I pick it up and it's unreadable.

It's just purple smudges caused by water.

As if he bathed his words to be clean,

as if he baptized his feelings to start over, as if I would never know how this kid felt

about me.

As if this kid drowned his feelings for me in the

pool a few days before.

I haven't seen that kid since

and ever since then, I've been terrified

of feeling the feeling

of Euphoria. e Glass Bridge Of Love

It's the adrenaline.

It's my heart beating 8th notes in 200bmp,

like the climax of a movie

where it feels like everything falls apart.

With love, I'm walking on a glass bridge.

So thrilling

and you think you see everything

but there's always a crack.

Even when you do everything right.

Glass isn't meant to be stepped on and that's why

I always fall through.

Falling is the best part of love though.

As we grow so does our love,

our love gets stronger,

we find more ways to love.

I close my eyes and try to trust the universe for a

perfect landing.

Just for that perfect moment.