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if one day i see you
standing in the dairy isle
at the supermarket,
don’t greet me
with a forced “hello,”
if you’re not willing
to conjure a proper goodbye.
She said she felt bad for my father
Because I wasn't speaking to him anymore

Then she read my poems
People you gotta know what you're talking about before you say ****
Words, as beautiful as they are,
Can't capture the feeling of relief
After harming the skin you were given
By "God".
They'll never capture the guilt
After putting the tool away,
The feeling of being cared for while you clean your own cuts,
The promise of never doing it again,
And the betrayal of your own words
Bruh i wanna be able to write better againnnnn, writer's block is a *****💔
#sh
What does success even mean
If we all die in the end?
I may be quiet
But that's just because my mind is loud
twin flames
you were purple
i was yellow

i killed us
blew us out
candles on my
fifteenth birthday cake

i wished that
one day
i’d let you go
10/6/25
11:06 pm
 Jul 17 Lumin Guerrero
Liana
Everything
Is
Pain
Yet the only thing that helps
Is more pain

I think I'm done fighting it
I need to bleed
Things are really bad rn
me and my mum
drive alone at night
to go buy nail polish
at the chemist.

she talks and sings
at our red cars
20 year old
built in radio.

i look into my visor mirror
at my eyebags
and listen to her voice
as it fills our silence;
with little input.

as they come and go
the streetlights outside
our misty windows
blur together
into vivid neon icing.

i ask her
as we drive
if we have
crinkle cut salt and vinegar chips
in the pantry at home.

she says she we do;
but she bought thins instead,
‘cause they were
the ones on sale.
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