dedicated to the one that sits in the dark as a getaway. written in my teenage years, kiss my cuts captures in its rawest form. self-destruction, longing, anger, and the ache of wanting to be understood before understanding yourself.

we hide our inner pain behind smiles filled with hope. until, the hope evaporates and everything has g o n e . [poetry by a]

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

the untold truths hidden between the spoils of war