ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹poems that ive been writing recently. ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ
》hope, longing, nostalgia, change, identity, death. 《
blood bled pure:
nostalgia is the muse
and dredging is the art
i hold lost people like trinkets,
and parade them in my heart.
the past...
you say you hope that it stops and there's no more deaths and I bite my tongue because I know there's nobody left to die I think. only the untimely and if I jinx that then it's just a matter of time but I try not to believe in jinxes, I used to believe all too much and that got me an anxiety disorder and a forehead eroded from the touch. so I bite my tongue, hold my breath, look down and not at the uncle who smiles so much when I do because I never used to because I wasted so much time being shy and now everybody is dying and I never looked them in the eye.
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