Posts
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Hours
Hours turn into days,
days turn into weeks.
I can't get out of my head,
I get no sleep.
Scared to look under my bed,
because that's where my demons lay their heads.
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Crimson
You made me bleed,
I broke open your scars,
the crimson color running out of our hearts.
To late to stop the bleeding,
I can tell we're repeating,
now it's went through the bandages.
Loves
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What Our World Could Be
In a chaotic world
of eight billion people,
each hidden away
in their own
separate lives,
be remembered for
being the person
who brings others joy,
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Let's Get Vulnerable About a Boy
I want you to kiss me until my lips bruise and pucker and purple and all I can taste is the inside of your mouth.
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Don't Tell My Friends
Lying in my bed
Staring at the ceiling
Rethinking the day
Going over everything I said
Everything I did
But please
Don't tell my friends
About my excessive overthinking
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summery/autumnal
summer's like / skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on / rugs that aren't there anymore / i have successfully wasted three mon
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If Only I Could Hug the Stars
If only I could hug
The stars;
Perhaps I could shatter them
And cup the shards
In my palms,
The cracks constellations
Aligning with my veins,
But that isn’t close enough
