dread is peeping. it holds death's hands. he does not scare me. although i think about my love's face if he saw what was coming. would he stand besi...Read more
a stitched wound will still hurt, but it does not mean that it is not healing. it will hurt because a damage was done. even after ...Read more
if you wanna know me, ask everyone. but don't expect the same answer. take a warning, you'll meet 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. monsters snarl at me, sinners judge me...Read more
there will be a day when you sit with the ruin long enough to thread your heart through its own splinters, and the needle will mistake your skin for ...Read more
you'll heal and find yourself in the same room you've been hurt and suddenly the room felt heavier there was less oxygen than there was before and ...Read more
They say when you love someone, you see them everywhere Even in the darkest hell you live in, pink roses begin to bloom. Lavender brushes against y...Read more
Before you read this, choose a title. 1. Home 2. The Devil's Monologue Once you've chosen, continue. The poem is in the comment section.
I knew you were bad for me. Like painkillers while drunk. Or cigarettes with asthma. Ocean— when I can't swim. But I jumped any...Read more
like nature, she was easy to love. on her good days she is easy to look at. easy to be with. easy to talk to. but the same people will tell you how ...Read more
I know you love deeply, painfully. I saw how you cried while staring at them, as they kept their eyes on the shore. For a siren cannot walk the grou...Read more
I've always wanted to ask him things. Like if bows look good in my hair. But when I saw him, staring out at the rain, suddenly I wanted to ask someth...Read more
the way you are to me is an ocean wave. not the kind to calm someone, but the kind that wakes them up. i was drowning, darling. all while looking at...Read more
A scent was known to belong to monsters— rotting flesh, dried blood, and the ache of bloodlust. I never knew they existed until I caught it drifting...Read more
He was a boy wrapped in golden bandage, shining where he was hurt. Never did he hide his scars, for they pointed to his depths. He loved the stitche...Read more
They say, I go blind when in love. what they don’t know is that I see better when loving. I see the struggle, the swallowed tears, the bruises of hea...Read more
I love your eyes, the light in them when you look at me. You were gentle, soft. Your voice was a balm for my aching soul Your words, a snack for my...Read more
I love how you love. How you pour your heart into a hollow soul. How you stare at the void in their eyes, willing to be sucked in, to run dry. B...Read more
Where existence lies unmade, a place of screaming silence— of whispering pain. Where life itself has ceased to be, there lies a flower that blooms f...Read more
If pain is all you can offer, give it to me whole. Show me the floor beneath my fall, and I will call it home.