by valentinestavrou

i’ve been travelling for years now

from kiss to another to kiss another kiss

to different beds and caffes

to flats and high-heels

my face covered in light make-up and some mascara;

i’ve travelled from men to boys and back to men

to fake words

i’ve travelled in and out of love

in and out of friendship;

i’ve tasted the sea and my tears

and i’ve digested pain-it wasn’t easy.

I’ve changed jobs and goals and dreams and music

i’ve been travelling for years now,

but I haven’t found truth yet.