thewandereroftheworlds – Page 25 – a poet's confessional

envy is a girl’s best friend

i look at them and i know then jealousy is the worst sin

metaphorical alcohol

i naturally dislike romanticism, sentiment, tenderness sentiment has a rush but that rush only lasts for so long and leaves a terrible burn

encompass

rage is a funny thing some are able to channel it into bloody fists some spit it into words while seeing red while some cannot express from fear or shame it boils and consumes inside until a funny thing called rage becomes a beast all its own