he swore me to habitual suffering yet i still blossom like flowers pushed up through cracks in the cement
i will not deny he is a nightmare, but i can't misjudge the scenario as an accident. i walked into the cave of misery by myself, arrogantly ignoring the red flags in my peripheral vision. but i cannot decipher whether the warnings seem meaningless before it is too late to retract, or if the adrenaline makes my heart race more than sincerity does
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patterns of anaxiphilia
Poetrytemet nosce. trigger warning. highest rankings #2 in blackpoetry #2 in prosecollection eighth poetry collection (2024)
