a hyper unfathomable feelings for thee,
like a scar cannot be removed by me.
a never-ending rush on my spine--
hitting me with bullets that you were never mine.
disgraces labeled in an open jaw,
mouths layered my minds in thaw—
attachment and intimacy i give,
thou love someone else, my knees wish to bleed.
a fathom in disguise, von f.
December, 2022
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
