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 Apr 29 Jaxey
 Apr 29 Jaxey
overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities
 Apr 28 Jaxey
in another life, maybe i could have laced
your fingers in mine
chasing starlight down the line
and finding out we'd
never have enough time.

when summer ends, when hearts bloom-
you'll look at her,
i'll look at you.
trying out the lowercase aesthetic. oh, and unrequited pining of course.
 Apr 28 Jaxey
He liked my smile but
not my laugh.
He liked my sarcasm
but hated my scars.
Between hello and we need to talk
I wanted the world and all he could give me were
three idiot words.
Again, what's on the tin. I should probably stop procrastinating.
 Apr 14 Jaxey
Callum Wood
You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                               ­                                        I am coffee,
                                                                ­           attention always bounding.

Your colour milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                               ­                              I am taken black,
                                                                ­                                bitter cynicism.

Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                               ­                                     None for me,
                                                             ­       I'll maintain my grim affliction.

                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
     ­                                              But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.
Repost of an old one
 Apr 14 Jaxey
 Apr 14 Jaxey
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 Apr 8 Jaxey
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
 Mar 31 Jaxey
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
 Mar 26 Jaxey
Flowers grow between my ribs,
and in the cracks of my mind.
While those around me call it beautiful,
it is getting hard to breathe.
 Mar 26 Jaxey
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
 Mar 26 Jaxey
Words' Worth
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
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