I'm done pretending like I'm alright
That I have a story to tell.
I'm still searching
in the fog of my soul
save me+

This is not a poem
I wanna learn how to be good at poetry.
Anyone got any tips?
How does your creative process work?
Everyone on hellopoetry is amazingly creative. I really love yall stuff yes you reading this :)

There is a galaxy in your eyes.

Do you still think of me?
Why do I still love you?
Why should I care?
You didn't.

And then the tears come.
The endless waterfall,
streaming from a broken heart.
That stinging sensation
within my heart,
throbbing and spreading
through my body.

I look for you
in everyone.

I want to
destroy the world
that destroyed me.