@ecriturelumineuse: My blooming heart, filling air pulling the bees, then all humanity kill me with their bare hands—I'm a poet, my poems are based on the time that betrayed me over the years. My poems seem romantic but they aren't for a lover; actually, they're for another love. Something ethereal, something that has held onto my heart and slowly breaks down and then emerges as something new but still wouldn't change me from the old me, the best version of poetry. #sajak #poet #fyp #poetry