FORTY
stay tangled with me
You suffer so quietly, for so long.
Sometimes, I forget who I am.
I am a liar to my own kind.
Telling these veins no more will shed.
And I am tangled in your sheets and your grasp around my thighs.
But your pillow is soaked with me.
Cushioned comfort is no longer available.
And you're telling me it will all be okay.
As long as I stay here a little longer.
Stay tangled a little longer
What is your favorite type of cookie?
𐎀 I love every kind! Just gimme a cookie & I'll eat it. If I had to pick favorites, I love classic chocolate chip, peanut butter, & cake mix cookies!
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...
