This is me. Sometimes the mirror is still a battlefield, sometimes I still cry in dressing rooms. Sometimes I starve myself and sometimes I eat a little too much. I am just like every sad story told by a smiling face to make you believe that it is less of a tragedy than it actually is.
-but Romeo and Juliet is still popular for a reason, right?
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
