Forever swirling down the abyss I have watched and exclaimed at faces To those smiles who bear love Exposing everything that made ne To those heart sparkling with affection Forever and still, I keep watching and I have been watching Those bodies turning back at me Those smiles fading away How much more, I wonder, is remained of my heart Turned to ashes with every denial How much longer,I wonder, till those ashes turn to stone Forever cursed to swirl down the abyss
I don't write for pity, or attention or friends. I write for myself, I write instead of bleeding. My poems are personal, Not written for others. I share them because I want to touch someone. Maybe we can all stop being alone.
Awesome to talk to, really cool person, such a kind and caring soul, great relatable and incredible poetic work, so interesting and great taste in music. ;) Yup. Lovely all around.
You drunkenly texted me regarding how I'm supposedly "Really pretty" and how you can "only imagine how much prettier I've gotten" since you last saw me Well, what makes you think time increases beauty? Especially when I had none to begin with? Well, alright yes My beauty has multiplied by exactly 85 times as much as it used to be *0 times 85 is still zero though
I hate when he texts me when he is intoxicated. how did a summer romance come to mean too much to me?
sometimes I like to pretend I am good at things like cooking or drawing or singing or driving or charming or loving or writing or thinking acting or coping or making genuine human connections.