Poetry

the truth

you never wanted the truth, did you? i read you like a book; loose spine and worn pages, you were easy to decipher. you would rather settle in a cesspit of lies, coddle yourself on your own demise, but i won't let you, i won't allow you to do anything but rise ✨

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Poetry

meant to be?

were we meant to be daffodils caught in a tree? floating endlessly? tangling in the stinger of a bee? i could never tell because you meant more to me; your smile having me list these silly things ✨🌙 @amateur_poet

Poetry

city lights

it’s the city lights and crazy nights that distract me until i collapse. it’s the flashy signs and boys who capture pensive drearies with nothing less than a dime. it’s the way you make me feel cool and lost around three in the morning, windows down, wind tearing at my hair that reminds that i… Continue reading city lights

conversations with him

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my first thought is you, when I open my eyes, alone in my bed. when you fuck her, I pray for your health, wrapped in my frustrations and jealousy, alone in my bed. It used to ache, the pain but I've learned how to live with it, bleeding profusely from a wound that has me… Continue reading conversations with him: 0.05