love isn't counting the knives we put in each other's backs just to keep score
i can't love anyone the same way I loved you but you never existed in the way I constructed
to cut someone's thorns off before they can make you bleed is still hurting them
YOU ARE READING
you will never know the violence it took to become this gentle.
Poetrya collection of poems that i write to share what normal sentences and my body cannot convey. yes these are all about my life, i know i am horribly annoying and boring yes, oh well. it's all real believe it or not, but the point is that art isn't alw...
