everyone keeps mentioning you But all i wish is for your spirit to lie
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i should have never met you
i don’t deserve to be loved i manipulate i rage i make others sad i make dramatics i mention things i should never i make others remember their own sins i make their hallucinate others i don’t deserve to be loved all i am is a curse
reminder
envy has always been my greatest sin
in this story…
in this story there is a young princess, an unblemished and wholesome child (that was me) in this story there is a queen, burdened with responsibility (that is me) in this story there is a dragon, a creature made of power (that is who i wish to be) this story does not have a happyContinue reading “in this story…”
romantic
my first lover was death and death will be my last
elliptical
sometimes everything is a revolving cycle of wins and loses of smiles and tears of triumphs and lows from good times to bad times my life is a cycle i dwell in the silence and darkness for a time for hours, for days, for weeks, for months, for even years but i also dwell inContinue reading “elliptical”
the eighth of feburary
it is 1 am in the morning my lips are a bit bruised and your skin is a bit scratched but it is our last night, the last night for awhile you didn’t realize it until the end but I realized it when i crawled into your side, stared at the clock, and then toContinue reading “the eighth of feburary”
internal thoughts
you are a betrayer how dare you drop loyalty for a man you are a usurper a betrayer, a usurper, a traitor, a whore
you took the two greatest things in my life
cancer can just fuck off
the great library of alexandria burned to the ground, were we the ones that set it ablaze?
you trace the curve of my jaw while i chew on my kiss-bruised lips it is dark but you can tell I am not there, your lover is not in the body next to you “what are you thinking about?” you ask my ears hear your words and i sullenly say, “myself” i am thinkingContinue reading “the great library of alexandria burned to the ground, were we the ones that set it ablaze?”
a poet's confessional 