my soul has become darkness and shadows and fragments of starlight and eerie symphonies.
my soul has become dark swirling coffee and half poems on scraps of napkins.
my soul has become muttered words and i love you's to people who don't matter.
my soul has become lies and guilt and anxiety and wishes of freedom.
my soul has become pages of books that keep me up at night and assuage my restlessness.
my soul become soft fabric against skin and gentle cats purr and yellow-green-amber eyes.
my soul has become pink hair and dark clothes and music that takes the pain away.
my soul has become a collection of memories and movies and stories and fantasies.
my soul has become old records and polaroids of cats and friends and things that don't exist anymore.
my soul has become loneliness and deleted text messages and jealousy.
it's the beginnings of a masterpiece on a wide open canvas.
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetryyour freckles are stars that leave constellations on your skin. your soul is a galaxy, and your eyes reflect the chaos within. just some poems that i've written. some of them are just scraps of thoughts and feelings stringed together and some of...
