this is human emotion in all it's sickening glory,
tear lines and not breathing quite right,
sinking into a teacup of glass-half-empty sentiments,
ending in muted screaming and upbeat ads at the end of a song.
the world is so clean through contact lenses and bus windows,
i'm running from green eyes and static, oh it's all noise to me anyway,
droplets of water racing down foreheads, we meet on wooden bridges,
and the crows drop hazelnuts for us to crack beneath our feet:
call me out on my false identity, you can find me inside oil lamps and calligraphy pens,
you can find me beside wide smiles and five different personalities; just for friends.
so when i'm not spending time escaping the place where i used to belong,
just know, i am so grateful i can find myself in the pureness of misery,
that during anxiety-ridden nights i can hear my voice over the pound of heartbeats.
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Rough Diamonds
Poetrya collection of thoughts, depicting broken locks and the colours of loss. possibly some of my favourite poems that i've ever written. (p.s this will replace birthright because i'm unhappy with birthright at this point. birthright will still be aroun...
