old poems from an odd time. circa 2015-2016 (ish).

One-shots and Preferences for the Netflix t.v show, Stranger Things. 🤠

in which i listen to stories and write them down, all the while thinking to myself that i am human. {poetry: 102; romance: 714}

"... because you didn't stay long enough to know, that i never wanted to let you go." =BOOK 3 of Prologues of a Brokenheart= [copyright.styledinpink.lovelyfebruary.of.2014]

because even if she wasn't okay, it would've helped her hope just a little bit more.

School yard love that ends when the bells ring.

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

"whatever you do do not breathe in."

the doctors said that after the accident, nothing could bring back all of caroline's memories. there were times and places that she would never remember and that pained him. so no matter what the doctors said, he tried. he left her letters in hopes that those moments would come rushing back to her. in hopes that she could remember him. [a story in verse]

the scribbled down thoughts of a girl who's utterly lost. a girl who's begging for anyone to save her, but really it's a certain someone she's wishing for.