“i am always here, you know,” she whispers “and you want to be me.” she appears like a hallucination “but you think i am sick,” she laughs and i feel ink drip onto my skin, staining me, branding me, burning me “but really, you are sick if you want to be me, a monster.” theContinue reading ““you deserve it.””
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needs
kiss me, breathe life back into these dying lungs hold me, pulling all the shattered pieces of me back together wipe my tears away, erase my water-stained mistakes from the portrait of who i am whisper words in my ear, remind me of who i am through the only thing i understand words on anContinue reading “needs”
a poet's confessional 