Sun goes down the littoral,
Painting shadows on the sky.
If skies could tell stories,
Tonight it's telling mine.

The orange molds memories,
Language of love,
Beautiful stories,
But swiftly slithering to mauve.

The vast blue says torment,
Rivers I've cried,
Sleepless nights,
Tears that have dried.

But when the blue will turn black,
It'll scream pain.
As the memories erase,
Loving I'll forsake.

it isn't that she didn't care
it's that she was tired of investing all of herself
into people who ripped her heart to pieces

her soul craved connection
and her mind was expelling the toxins
that disguised themselves as love

I wonder..
am I too soft?
or is the world too hard

sadness is my oldest friend
he’s always there for me
even when I want him
to go home

I lied
when I said I was ok
because I am actually
really ******* broken inside.

tonight feels heavy
my mindsets deadly
how do I change?
I am tired of playing this game
chasing after something
that I am afraid doesn't exist

I am angry
I am sad, confused

when do the clouds clear?
when will my cherry checks dry?
tears constantly fall from my eyes.

it's 3 am
and I am
desperately missing you