cursed // blessed:
if it's a curse to care,
and a blessing not to,
my life is a trick.
whoever is in control is toying with me.
im a lab rat.
an experiment.
lets see what happens when im cursed and blessed all at once.
lets see if i break.
so ill try desperately to feel,
and desperately not to.
watch as it cancels out and i collapse.
dissolve.
disappear.
it seems they cancel out into nothing.
numbness.
or maybe im finally broken.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry isn't real ☆
Poetry"i'm a poet in the sense that i write poetry. god awful poetry that doesn't rhyme or make sense" a collection of poems, tackling all sorts of topics, from all kinds of inspirations, from a writer who's sure his work is nothing more than pretty words.
