always another party,
you breathe in city lights
and stars until life
gives you something
i just can't ::
confetti and
bittersweet
memory mold
to a holy white
in the gutter
of my lungs.
i can taste it
when i
breathe.
always another party
i'm inside
always
YOU ARE READING
soft light
Poetryi 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...
