devil on my mind
honestly? it's been a while since i thought about them
even the sketch, its hastily scrawled lyrics on the back, and the hope that came with it are
buried under careless doodles and fleeting thoughts
who fucking knows? i tried to guess but whatever goes on in their (so pretty, angels weep, just for a peek) head is lost to me
maybe, i've dramatized it all (words and actions and emotions and i am crying)
maybe, it was a joke (words and actions and emotions and i am crying)
maybe, they never even glanced at those messages (words and actions and emotions and i am crying)
maybe, maybe, maybe
maybe maybe maybe
maybemaybemaybe — hey, i figured out the title!
this may be my progression into insanity
ikraam, i love your existence. but anyway, this line (devil on my mind) was stuck in my head. and i wanted to write. so i wrote abt it.
this one is different, not the poem itself (at least not to me), but the process of writing it. the title came last, unusual because it is typically the first. i also drafted it on an index card, so that just made it weirder.
i dunno, lmk if this felt different to you. have a nice day/evening/night, and a happy new year!
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Poesíabursts: the words that come out of my brain when i get inspired. spontaneous and (hopefully) impactful poetry. (some poems contain death, suicide, murder, and mentions of rape. message me if u want a list of trigger warnings for each poem.) p.s. t...
