I become attached to people I shouldn't. I distance myself from the people who matter. I am bad with people. I am good at being alone. But I hate feeling lonely.
Weaker than I look, stronger than I feel. Comfortable in my own destruction.
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Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
