I can't ever stop writing, especially through heartbreak or trauma. I've written too many suicide notes; they all feel like poetry to me now. That's all it ever was anyway, life: wrapped up into numbers, and trinkets, and he-saids, and she-saids, while we all clamber up each other's legs to try to get the best view with no way down, except for toppling everyone else beneath us, all a giant metaphor for the Spiral breaking down the patterns of our lives into math and code, indecipherable binary, never meant for our understanding.
All I can do is share my soul. All I was ever meant to be was a writer. I was never a good lover, a good student, or a good friend. I can write.
I hope you can read.
YOU ARE READING
The Lovers ♡ Poetry & Prose
Puisimore poetry, endless poetry I have too many feelings and not enough people that care to hear about it my apologies -closed- ♡please consider supporting me on patreon (link in bio)- I aim to publish most of my writing for entirely no cost to the read...
