short wherein one has a little life while the other seemed to lost their light.

poetry from love and pain to healing and growth.

poetry burned in romances... and achings.

let the pen run wild as it tell the tale about u and me but never us. genre: (not so) poetry // english

Lonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we were not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, which oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. We predominantly put ourselves into a highly fructuous anamnesis just to elucidate whatever perches our soul, even if it is blisteringly suffocating. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne

Epistolary

the two of us snuggled up like quotation marks in a room full of words achievements #1 in letterchallenge #4 in relateable #34 in maniac • • • A heartbroken boy, writes a series of letters to. everything hoping to fill the chasm that she left behind. • • • I DONT OWN ANY QUOTES USED IN THIS BOOK

so sweet it makes me sick

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.