Poetry

split

split between wanting and needing, it only takes one decision to take that damning last step. if i waver, will you wait? hesitancy is a virus that spread its sticky tentacles inside of me but every time the grip becomes stronger, ill chance another step...and another, and another   https://www.instagram.com/p/BmmEVE8B32T/?taken-by=amateur__poet

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Poetry

i spy

i spy a forgotten dress, drapped over an off-white mannequin with only one hand. frills and bows, tulle and a stubbed noes, these dresses seem more like ghosts; hovering over the living and begroaning their forsaken fate. forgotten but found, i spy a kaleidoscope of butterflies woven into a moth eaten gown... 👗 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bho_WKTng_P/?taken-by=amateur__poet

Poetry

she lies beside me

she lies beside me tangled in expired dreams and pristine bedsheets. she sleeps, stubbornly, a question puckered beside her cheek: will my good deeds be met with a cure, to this loneliness that resides inside of me like a cold, cellar door? she tosses, she turns, she kicks, she coughs, and while i sit beside… Continue reading she lies beside me

Poetry

you woke something inside of me

you woke something inside of me; something slumbering beneath a cloak of my own insecurities and doubts. such trivial sights were once mundane and pedestrian but now, now i take pause and contemplate everything around me. stories can be woven in every being, every element, every damning breeze: you have corrupted me. you opened my… Continue reading you woke something inside of me