It said softly into the open vicinity, "Let go of their hands; don't let go of mine." poetry and prose volume iv 2020-2021

¬a random series of poems and short fragments of writing that have no succession order or similar context¬

because i was orion until you kissed my lips trigger warning: mentions of suicide, self harm, sexual abuse and other sensitive topics

random ramblings of a sleep deprived girl

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

my disposition on your skin © 072818 , enamoramos

an exploration of the heart. december 2018

do you want to rot together? ©2019 poetry/prose

Rhysand, Everything is in here. I'm sorry I stole them. Your hoodie, your cologne, your earrings, your college shirt and all your other shirts, your watch. The key to this house. I'm not giving you back your lighter. Here's a lollipop instead. If I forgot anything, let me know. - Andy