SEVENTY-TWO
accepting what i cannot have
We fall, time and time again.
But we still do not wither.
We continue on and on,
with broken hearts, broken minds,
slowly healing and
slowly accepting ourselves.
We are beauty with each
piece stitching itself
back together.
Describe your aesthetic / clothing style
𒐀 It's literally everywhere & it can be so annoying. Like, I can never choose if I want to wear everything black or super floral clothing. I go back & forth with being emo, super summery + floral, or dressing like I'm ready for the apocalypse. It's absolutely everywhere.
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
