there's nothing beautifully tragic about wanting to slit your wrist open and drown in your own blood there's no one to wipe away your tears and sing you a lullaby while you fall asleep in their arms there's not going to be some sort of miracle person that will burst into your life and take away all of the tragedy and pain you have to do it yourself you have to pick yourself up brush off your knees save yourself
A being of promiscuous essence found dead yet unrest-less saying it's the anchors on the edge of my bed weighing me down at my feet
A body of displeasure something else tugged her to defeat her dress presents a sentimental smell when it slugs to the ground but her depth goes unexplored
Are these even the eyes I've called to mind? or did you set them on the rest of mankind you come to find?
She holds onto past memories kissing intensely just to feel something leaning in harder and crying for affection that will leave her asking: Why
Why must all the guys pull my thighs yet deny my eyes? I promise that girl has many things to give I promise there's more to why she lives
would edgar realize if annabelle lee's smile fades away
thought of it in the shower. never actually sat down and down a haiku before. also i only write in lowercase because i hate capitalism. edit: i lied about this being a haiku im sorry