«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»

my throat burns of all the countless things I never had the courage to tell you

❝i don't have insomnia. i can't sleep because im thinking of you.❞ ➶ ➷ another collection of thoughts and poems (and, occasionally some quotes).

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||

"drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough was ironic, because in reality, you were sicker than you thought." a book of poetry, phrases, paeans, and prose that seem to capture the essence of what life has shown me. [you b r o k e me, life. but now I am indestructible] [my words are all I have. please do not take them from me. ©]

a few last words

She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.

i'm the captain of this sinking boat.

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.