i feel like
some fucking
sad bitch bella swan
hearing your voice
somewhere between
alone and together
where i keep
my other selves:
lacking luster
so empty
alone girl
seeing visions
in a bad book
where the
world is
made for
her
except i'm
smart enough
to know i
was already
this way
before you
came around.
don't call me lost
when i've already
found myself
empty
don't fucking
tell me
this is
healthy
YOU ARE READING
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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...
