to anyone who sees her from the outside, they'll probably think she's having a productive day:
folding her clothes,
cleaning her room,
taking a long bath,
slipping into her comfortable clothes,
organizing her finances,
and opening her laptop— to study, i must say.
pretty normal, pretty good, except that she's not anywhere near there.
if only
it's not currently 3 AM.
if only
it didn't feel like running away from herself.
if only
it's not a make believe of keeping her life together.
if only
it didn't break her apart... because how can nothing be enough to stop her aching heart?
- fake it, will you make it?
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
