tell me, my love
that I'm your sweet pain,
your favourite mistake.
I have a serious question... What's the deal with Commaful?
you were everything to me but now, you're just a mere memory in the back of my head.
I'm warning commaful that trolls are beginning to infiltrate our community.
I hate it when people see my scars. I can feel their judgement.
TRIGGER WARNING
Some call them poems, but for me, they are all, self portraits.
Some sad days come, and I start to feel numb, sick to my stomach, at the state of affairs.
tell me, my love
that I'm your sweet pain,
your favourite mistake.
I have a serious question... What's the deal with Commaful?
you were everything to me but now, you're just a mere memory in the back of my head.
I'm warning commaful that trolls are beginning to infiltrate our community.
I hate it when people see my scars. I can feel their judgement.
TRIGGER WARNING
Some call them poems, but for me, they are all, self portraits.
Some sad days come, and I start to feel numb, sick to my stomach, at the state of affairs.