when i weep, you see rivers
of stars in my eyes
when i scream,
you hear a siren's cry
and when i bleed
a trail of red behind me
you call it poetic design
well i'm bleeding right now and
it hurts like hell
is this just a love i've never know
gorgeous chaotic reality
or a romanticized fantasy
i don't know, i don't know
all i feel is pain in my crooked veins
and i don't think you see it
- i'm human, not glamorized writing
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
