she bit down on her lip
and the taste of blood filled her mouth
yet she didn't mind
because it was the farthest thing from sweet
as he always tasted

s.s

you and i
we felt hopeless
full of regrets and bad choices
but that never stopped me from wanting you
even now
i fall asleep with you in my head
hoping you'll follow
so i can be with you
happy
even if temporary

s.s

i rather be high off pain pills and *** than memories of us that are only that;
memories

s.s

"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."

she forgot how good
it feels to forget

s.s

we wrote more poetry
in the wrinkles of your sheets
in one night than
I have written in the pages
of my journal all year

i think i deserve
more than a secret randevu

if you can risk it
for a good ****
and conversations
no one but ourselves will hear
why can’t you risk it
for all of me
for a relationship
we’ve spent this long fighting for

it’s degrading
i’m just the girl
you undress
when no one is looking
because i’m good
but not good enough
for more
not anymore

s.s

i'm tired of writing
or tired of living

either way
nothing sounds right
fits right
feels right

it's all
choppy sentences
choppy breaths
all not good enough
all just a mess

s.s

she carried reminders of him with her
memories in her head and old keepsakes of the past

like a promise ring on your hand
polaroid in your wallet
his old clothes with his scent lingering
a love letter in your back pocket

these little reminders
that love exists
she kept them close
so she wouldn't forget
that love is there
beyond the struggle
and no matter the outcome
it will live eternally
in the memories
created

s.s