butterfly eyes • poetry

i once was a young girl, honeycomb heart dripping with liquid memories and stardust dreams.

ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡

[ P O E T R Y ] ❝ maybe love makes us suffer so we love it more, as humans by nature seek pain because it is the greatest power that simply makes us feel. ❞ © 2019 cherrienoodles

ethereal

i heard you were an angel once.