To Brawl is to Write
There are nights that I just sleep and dream about you but there are also nights that I brawl with monsters, slayed thousand beasts and argued with the person in the mirror to not grab that knife and dig it deep on my naked skin.
There are nights that I just want to sleep yet I couldn't for there were thousand soldiers dying to kill me and so I will fight them through paper and pen.
This is how I save myself-I write.
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
