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tmh Sep 2017
As I **** the steering wheel the only prayer I offer
is that the person behind the lights
wants to die as much as I do
tmh Nov 2016
I would rather stay awake and fight my demons than sleep and be haunted by your angelic smile
tmh Nov 2017
‪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? ‬
tmh Nov 2016
My heart has never felt so hollow and I'm trying to fill it with half hearted friendships and burning liquor
tmh May 2015
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.
tmh Dec 2014
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
tmh Dec 2016
there was a sudden calmness, like none of this mattered and I was simply an observer in a life that was not mine
tmh Feb 2015
Show me the map-like scars
that cover your body
like tiny roads
waiting to be
explored
tmh Dec 2014
the scars will f
                         a
                           d
but the                  e
sadness s
               t
               a
               y
               **s
tmh Apr 2019
So many old memories ruined by the bandages wrapped around my wrists to hide the sins I used to commit on myself
tmh Apr 2019
She said she'd leave if I didn't get help so I told her I felt fine.
Now I'm holding a gun in my hand trying to convince myself it wasn't a lie.
tmh Apr 2015
And now I'm
Carving lines
In my skin
The way we
Used to carve
Our names in
The trees
tmh Feb 2015
People
Don't
Come
With
Trigger
Warnings
tmh Feb 2015
Even though
it wasn't
real
I can't shake the
way it made me
feel
tmh Nov 2016
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
tmh Dec 2016
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
tmh Apr 2019
I accidentally got addicted to cigarettes and boys who smell like them
tmh Nov 2016
This comfort feels strange and my skin still screams your name
tmh Apr 2019
How many bad nights does it take to **** a good month-
Where is the line between a manic periods and a good run?
How do I know when I'm better when the bad nights keep coming?
tmh Sep 2017
It's hard watching all of their eyes go to my thighs
where I once wrote out all my sorrows with blade
tmh Dec 2015
Why were our friendship bracelets the only ones that bleed

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