// 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 //
// 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 //
Here’s another love poem I wrote for my last girlfriend. Hope you all enjoy ❤️
// 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 //
// 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 //
Here’s another love poem I wrote for my last girlfriend. Hope you all enjoy ❤️