I've been reading what you share
and I can't stop the dark exhilaration
of seeing your latest work in my list.

Truth is,
even at the risk
of becoming the source of your
most venomous rant...

or

being the subject of your
most intense and  prosaic hatred...

or

being eloquently described
as the most vile piece of
male filth in 10 words
or less...

I still wanna get naked
and f...k your brains out!

Cuz deep down,
I'm a sucker
for clever verses.

All the things I should have said
are already written down, on this little website. Yet I am just another insignificant url  on the internet.
But maybe if I had given each
person,
just one of the poems they inspired me to write, then maybe it would
be different.
I have never been able to actually say
how I feel correctly. Ever since I was a
little girl with big, pink glasses,
a pen has always been
my voice.
Too bad people can't hear the
sound of someone scratching
their name onto a piece
of paper.

what i find beautiful were the breathed conversations we shared between the kisses we shared and this whole situation is reaching into my cavities and contorting my heart into places of infinite joy and infinite sorrow and infinite apologies maybe you will never feel the same way but i do and god the way you hold me will be imprinted on my skin on my flesh on my left ventricle forever because **** i miss you and **** i miss your companionship but i cannot ask for you back and now all i have are three perfect weeks of a simulation of how it could be like and how we could have driven each other crazy with our thoughts and our love but i guess it is always like this right the most beautiful things are the ones that exist in your head and never manifest into reality because reality is messed up and this is why all of this is an absolute beautiful mess.