set me free.

broken-hearted boys

[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues. [lowercase intended] iridescent™ © lovetinted I 2022

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I'm sorry. I left you the weight of the world like Atlas. I left you in the battlefield when it was raining bullets. I didn't know you were writing the language of broken cobblestones under your footsteps, collecting white roses for your garden, for your graveyard. Here's to my regret for the silence when the world hated and believed you wicked. Now that you're gone, if you don't find a home, let me be the one.

The scent of homesickness for somewhere that isn't home. © 2018, adriana

my heart still beats 2017, adriana © (p #112- 150617)

this oblivion feels heavy at times but i promise i will keep on track

there is no motive this time 2021.

pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues