my world
Please don’t ever become a conspic… Please don’t ever become another a… Stay in the margins, please. Let me doodle your heart in the si… let me separate you from the words…
I surround myself with meaningless… I create a narrative in my head w… to make my own feel ever so slight… I pace my room for hours on end in… to make the pounding in my chest o…
How have I survived this long bei… and how I do learn to live any dif… — I am so tired of tearing myse…
You have become a dog-eared book a… Pages I will stumble upon some da… To find the pencil marks fading, and the highlighter bleeding. To find tattered corners,
Nothing rhymes with orange, No word perfectly follows it, No word perfectly matches it. No word perfectly flows alongside… It is not perfect.
I wish I could write about love. I wish I could write a poem that… To know them inside out and for th… I wish I could write about the wa… How that dip in your collarbone fi…
“Every corner of this house is hau… Every corner of this house is haun… Every nook, every cranny, every ro… The curtains intended to block out… For who dares to look inside this…
Waiting for the sunrise on christm… I don’t know what happened, or why… I’m not sure when playing out with… scuffed knees and sticky mouths, hands caked with mud and memories,
You do not need a final conversati… You do not need to sit across from… their lies, their excuses. You do not need to forgive them fo…
How many pages is this going to la… How many chapters am I going to h… How many times am I going to chan… How long is this going to last, I’m running out of paper; flowing…
What were you wearing? Was your voice too high, your skirt matching? Was your tone too tough, your strength not enough?
Why do I feel guilty for moving o… I’m so scared to fall in love with… and accept that I am past him. What he did, What he said.
I’ll be the grandson you always wa… I’ll stand in the garden and marve… none of which I can pronounce. I’ll help you with the sunday roas… “yes, these are the best roasties…
A shower is not enough. condemning a loofah to a string, a bar of soap to a pebble, hell, even the tiles to plaster. if i could tear myself apart
I gave you absolutely every part o… to the point there is none left fo… I gave you everything I had, everything I was, everything I needed myself.
