this is a heartbreak phase like i've never felt before.
mainly because i'm still in love. apathy and love
have never fit so smoothly before. i'm trapped,
i can feel it. i'm the only one holding me back. i
wish i would listen to my brain over my heart.
it's spring but nothing will bloom. the earth here
has a summer heart and will keep loving
until i'm burnt away.
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soft light
Thơ cai just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
