If I asked
Would there be anybody to follow me
To the ends of the earth
Or at least whatever lies in between
I never wanted
The soul of my love to hurt
But I'm afraid
I may not be here for much longer
Please move
On my heel as I take these steps
Further down
Into my traumas and discrepancies
There's nobody
To hold my hand, heart, or head
As I fall
Into what may be the end
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Death Threats ♡ poetry
PoetryThrough years of building secrets and multiple lives, I've collected all of this poetry. The first random person to actively support my online poetry ended up sending me death threats a few months after I began assembling my first collection. I bloc...
