"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda

when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」

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Sitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

She write melancholic poems for the person who made her feel blue and black at the same time. As she writes her poems she hoped that he would at least give her a one genuine smile. A smile the she wrote a thousand poems about. The smile that she loves the most.

I asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.

persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #20 in poetry 」

BOOK ONE: BOOK OF MEMORIES BOOK TWO: TREASURES