If you are still breathing you are the lucky ones because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Words matter , they are alive , they are electric , they create an echo , they thaw frozen hearts , they bleed, they cry , they beg for deference , they are serpentine , they are chaotic , they build you up , they give you faith , they rip you apart to shreds , they are not hollow screams , they are colourful , iridescent like butter flies , they are monsters and atrocious , they are kind , they are ruthless , they are generous , they are stifling, they are blossoming like flowers and like guns they can inflict wounds . Just like actions words matter , but if not paralleled by the former words can fall flat and deflated . Words can be anything , choose them wisely .
All love ,
Rukhigeekglory
⚠️Mentions of Self Harm and other such triggering topics are predominant in this writing. ⚠️
All of the writings under this cover will be cringe poetry that will touch upon my feelings and such throughout my personal experiences.
All that I ask is you find respect in your heart to let me express being in love from my perspective ^^
NOTE:this is part two of my poems, if you want to read my previous writes check out my other post before this one <3 thank you all sm for the support