there was a girl
who wished her bones were hallow like a birds
so she could take her flight.
she had hair that smelled like aloe
and she saw the faces the people around her made
once the camera finally clicked.
she wanted to live by the highway
at the side of the orchid,
and watch the deer spend their last living seconds.
to feel the dew on the morning grass
melt into fog
beneath her feet;
to feel the weight of her home
so she knew what purpose felt like.
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horribly beautiful ✔️
Poetrypeople write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. jun...
