Pull the trigger, kick the stool.
The world doesn’t mourn every feather-winged fool.
Close your eyes, whisper your goodbyes.
The world doesn’t cry for each angel that dies.

- p. winter

He didn't love me.
He loved the way I danced to our favourite songs.
He didn't love me.
He loved the curious way I admired simple fish in the pond.
He didn't love me.
He loved the way I frowned when I knew I was wrong.
He didn't love me.
Right?
He couldn't have.
Because that would make me a monster.
To see his hopeful heart
And leave him nonetheless.
He didn't love me.
He didn't love me.
Dear God
Please tell me
He didn't love me.

- p. winter

I was a rose
I was beautiful
I ripped off a petal for you every day.
But when all that remained
Was my thornēd stem
You gave her my blood red bouquet.

- p. winter

an evil thing
to dream of love
at night where all is well
only to wake
and find yourself
still stuck in daylight’s hell

- p. winter

you will never love me in this lifetime
you will never love me while I am awake
so why wouldn’t I want to close my eyes
and be with you in my dreams forever

- p. winter

I have feelings
Not for you
But for who you used to be
I still have feelings for the you
That had feelings
For me

- p.winter