life.
it pulls me apart,
limb by limb
tearing flesh from flesh
with its sharpened teeth
and testing my tolerance;
my will.
sticking to these cold hands
is the guilt of my past
the loathing of my present
and the fear for my future
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Love & Disquietude
PoetryTW: Includes mentions/themes of self-harm, death & mental illness. Here is a collection of my free verse poetry. These poems have - for the most part - romantic, nostalgic, and melancholy themes. This is all very personal and meaningful to me, so p...
