I miss the feeling of your misery Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today. Existential questions at the border of a bridge. What's the cost of playing God? I feel every movement like a vhs on repeat A poem about a friend that I wish I never befriended.
our love was my first principle He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign caress me, your love couldn't be more fake..
Lipliner on, I own the show I feel warm but I want more. A poem about darkness in another perspective.
I check your profile, to keep you off my mind.
Like, comment, follow. Ever lost someone? I don’t want to take another step, now I know what is like to levitate I wrote this while listening to Hozier Sand gets in my mouth. It tastes almost metallic as it grinds between my teeth. I've been laying here how long? half an hour? An hour? Maybe two? I'm not sure. My phone, belongings, people, all left b... Maybe it's because it's the first thing we see when we look at other people, but your skin color starts to affect you very young in life, this is just an example out of many.