// fiction is to remain fiction //
// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole //
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray //
// drowning in your scent is not synonymous to drowning in you //
My very first love sonnet. Wrote this 3 years ago. Hope you all enjoy.
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
You know that feeling when you want to drink every memory away? When you get so high just to forget? And the worse part is that forgetfulness falls asleep at its doorstep. Hope you all enjoy this poem...
// analysis of // ode to the boy who stole (among other things) my right to an opinion // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-ode-to-the-boy-who-stole-among-other-things-my-/ /...
// i won't give you the satisfaction of seeing the marks you left on me //
// you rush out of me like an interminable river //
// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole //
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray //
// drowning in your scent is not synonymous to drowning in you //
My very first love sonnet. Wrote this 3 years ago. Hope you all enjoy.
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
You know that feeling when you want to drink every memory away? When you get so high just to forget? And the worse part is that forgetfulness falls asleep at its doorstep. Hope you all enjoy this poem...
// analysis of // ode to the boy who stole (among other things) my right to an opinion // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-ode-to-the-boy-who-stole-among-other-things-my-/ /...
// i won't give you the satisfaction of seeing the marks you left on me //
// you rush out of me like an interminable river //