i love the cold mornings
when the goosebumps cover my scars,
and the wind blows away my feelings
i love it when the clouds
cry more tears than i ever had
why are angels allowed to cry on everyone else?
i love the grey skies that
represent who i feel i am recently,
cold and monochromatic
i love the ice biting my nose
i love the numbness of my body
i love being lost in this cold
sometimes i wish the cracks in the rain-covered pavement
could just swallow me whole
but i suppose then
i wouldn't be able
to enjoy the weather
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
Thơ caTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
