rip my body apart i promise you,
you won't find anything worth holding on to.
tear through my chest
and hold my heart
until it breaks your hands;
until it spills all of the worlds cliches
into the cracks of your wooden floorboards
that we once breathed the stallions into.
see your color poured into my veins,
smell the scent of dark chocolate
that you once reeked of.
file through my notebooks
and find out
that you look like wild blueberries
and learn that narcissism
and loving yourself
are two very different things.
YOU ARE READING
horribly beautiful ✔️
Poesiapeople 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...
