𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒

Hello! How are you?

Hello friend. Haven't heard from you in a while. Are you doing alright? 

Hey are you okay? 

Unseen Tears, Unspoken Words
          
          It's late, love feels unreal,  
          Late, and I'm crying—  
          Bleeding,  
          On my knees.
          
          Time has stopped,  
          My mind is on you.  
          The little things you say mean too much,  
          Your breath against my skin—a burden.
          
          Tears of shame glow,  
          Of sorrow,  
          Seem unreal, unseen, unforgiven—  
          Only regret.
          
          It's the little stabs in the back  
          That do the damage,  
          The nerves broken and cut,  
          Unable to stand, to walk again.
          
          As my feet go numb and my eyes close,  
          Nightmares pull me back again,  
          To a place unseen, unread.
          
          A simple note,  
          A simple bunch of words that rhyme.  
          Such a waste, many would say,  
          As unseen tears fall effortlessly,  
          And blood drips from their necks  
          Where they wish it would end.
          
          Even though the pain is unseen,  
          Never judge a poem  
          By its title  
          Or the unread words you haven't seen.

Apologies for all the notifications—I’m currently editing and making changes to my poetry book.
          
          But how is everyone doing?❤ˎˊ˗

Hey love!

She keeps screaming 

Hello. How are you doing?

April Fools!

I'll miss you so much! Please be safe!