A letter to my unrequited love.
This is a rewritten version of the very first piece of writing I ever composed😌The first time I started writing was exactly four years ago today. In 9th grade, my chemistry teacher gave me (and a few...
TW: Suicide implication || Based on a story between my lover and myself. I don't know what I would do without her, my sunshine.
The cars turn on their headlights and the day becomes the night.
𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈! 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂😎.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
Grainville County receives a farewell letter from their beloved war poet, Robbie, the day before he must charge into certain death.
Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...
On the other side, there is a place where the dead bring flowers to the living.
In the far distance, a galaxy of city lights blends into the night sky.
Funny how, when doing something for the last time, we almost never know it is in fact the last time.
This is a rewritten version of the very first piece of writing I ever composed😌The first time I started writing was exactly four years ago today. In 9th grade, my chemistry teacher gave me (and a few...
TW: Suicide implication || Based on a story between my lover and myself. I don't know what I would do without her, my sunshine.
The cars turn on their headlights and the day becomes the night.
𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈! 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂😎.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
Grainville County receives a farewell letter from their beloved war poet, Robbie, the day before he must charge into certain death.
Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...
On the other side, there is a place where the dead bring flowers to the living.
In the far distance, a galaxy of city lights blends into the night sky.
Funny how, when doing something for the last time, we almost never know it is in fact the last time.