I am the daughter of a drunk man.
I'm terrified of flying but I am in love with airports.
My aesthetic is quiet poetry with soft music playing in the background. I speak to plants like they understand me and I sleep way too much.
I think rain is wonderful but the silence after a storm is beautiful.
I am obsessive and compulsive, but passionate and gentle.

I love with my whole quiet poetry obsession.
I am passionate about being compulsive.
I speak to soft music like I sleep in the background.
My aesthetic is thinking a drunk man can understand me.
I am in love with silence but terrified of storms.
I am the daughter of rain.

And now I'm
Carving lines
In my skin
The way we
Used to carve
Our names in
The trees

Even though
it wasn't
real
I can't shake the
way it made me
feel

People
Don't
Come
With
Trigger
Warnings

the scars will f
                         a
                           d
but the                  e
sadness s
               t
               a
               y
               **s

you make my knees go
  w
    e
       a
          k
and my voice go
           soft
    no one has ever done
that before and its
 t
    e
       r           i
          r     y    n
              i            g