tell me, my love
that I'm your sweet pain,
your favourite mistake.
A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
I miss my tiny human and I'm not sure where she went.
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
It begins to learn that the abyss was not an end, but a genesis. (for @lilimurato’s collab)
may be i never had it, or if i did i lost it. and this is from me to myself and how i see me :)
I don't know how to make myself write decent poetry again.
my silence speaks volumes that the words couldn’t. 0-o or maybe it doesn’t who
knows. rn feeling lonely but wanna be alone-
Our love was a cover, just another masquerade, "smile for the cameras", "pretend for the stage" When was it that my skin became a costume, when my hips slipped so easily into a mould, when I folded my...
This formatting broke my computer... collab w/ @thefriendlyenby!
The tangled hearts get to share warmth, but they always get cold in ways.
I miss the sharp angle between your bunched up knees, that gap of 20 degrees,
The ice-cold look Tells me everything I don't want to hear
tell me, my love
that I'm your sweet pain,
your favourite mistake.
A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
I miss my tiny human and I'm not sure where she went.
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
It begins to learn that the abyss was not an end, but a genesis. (for @lilimurato’s collab)
may be i never had it, or if i did i lost it. and this is from me to myself and how i see me :)
I don't know how to make myself write decent poetry again.
my silence speaks volumes that the words couldn’t. 0-o or maybe it doesn’t who
knows. rn feeling lonely but wanna be alone-
Our love was a cover, just another masquerade, "smile for the cameras", "pretend for the stage" When was it that my skin became a costume, when my hips slipped so easily into a mould, when I folded my...
This formatting broke my computer... collab w/ @thefriendlyenby!
The tangled hearts get to share warmth, but they always get cold in ways.
I miss the sharp angle between your bunched up knees, that gap of 20 degrees,
The ice-cold look Tells me everything I don't want to hear