I would rather stay awake and fight my demons than sleep and be haunted by your angelic smile

‪How do I tell HER
that I miss the way HE
made me feel?
How do I erase HIM
from my skin so SHE
doesn’t feel it? ‬

My heart has never felt so hollow and I'm trying to fill it with half hearted friendships and burning liquor

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.

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

there was a sudden calmness, like none of this mattered and I was simply an observer in a life that was not mine

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

So many old memories ruined by the bandages wrapped around my wrists to hide the sins I used to commit on myself

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

People
Don't
Come
With
Trigger
Warnings

I saw you at a coffee shop with her the other day and found it weird. When we were together you told me you didn't like coffee and I'm trying to decide which one of us you lied too

This comfort feels strange and my skin still screams your name

On the way home from visiting you in the hospital she asked if I felt the same way you did and I couldn't tell her the truth because I felt the pain she would soon feel too

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

I accidentally got addicted to cigarettes and boys who smell like them