Do not romanticize
the bruises beneath my eyes.
Do not compare them
to fields of violets
ready to be plucked.
I'm just tired.
I'm just so goddamn tired.
and there's nothing beautiful
about that.
YOU ARE READING
Sugar Sweet
Poetryis it sugar sweet? (context: the date these were posted is not true. I began this in 2021, and some chapters are out of date due to me returning to this and deleting parts to replace them with something else.)
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Do not romanticize
the bruises beneath my eyes.
Do not compare them
to fields of violets
ready to be plucked.
I'm just tired.
I'm just so goddamn tired.
and there's nothing beautiful
about that.
