I have an amazing talent
of fucking things up.
Seriously.
I'm like a fucked up Midas.
Everything I touch
burns to the ground.
So I suggest
you keep everything
away from my bloody hands
or it might just turn to ashes.
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
