my aesthetic is not written in a book
played the game with armour on
but my heart was all you took
little sweet melodies
and a mix of habit and caring
turned into felonies
stolen hearts
walking over shards
maple syrup sweet
hunted by your greed
spilled myself on the floor
don't know who i am anymore
my mind was forged in fire
every dream i wished for too
bleeding endless desire
i was trembling one day
tried my best to lift my eyes
but this feeling wouldn't go away
turning and turning
i'm never learning
lost again lost again lost again lost again
i blame myself
curves i cut
and stones i kicked away
im always hurting
never really learning
who i am these days
what i need what i need what i need what i need
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
