maybe things aren't bad
maybe i am paranoid
but maybe i'm not
can't write anymore
my heart hurts with each thumb stroke
lusting after you
i am so ashamed
i'm living off your cute smile
i can never see
i'm craving your love
i'm so sad, so dissonant
please leave me alone
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
