have to surgically remove the other guy

I hope I never see her cry again.

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

poems where i appreciate the feelings my friends make me feel, the sad things that make my heart tougher, and the days filled with youth

𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/

EVERYTHING MORBID. EVERYTHING MACABRE. EVERY DEMON. EVERY SPIRIT. EVERY GOD. EVERYTHING EVIL. TEXTS/POEMS

xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3

if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine

we don't know us anymore.™

a collection of poems about my sensitivity and contradictory