Here's to the nights you felt misunderstood and alone. Here's to the opportunities you didn't take. Here's to bleak mornings you wish the sun didn't rise. Here's to shattered jar of hearts and aching broken bones. To handwritten letters. To your most destructive thoughts. To your favorite days. To the demons on your shoulders. To warm giggles and ginger teas. To lucky days. To silent walks. To lingering stares of unrequited love. To failures. To fallen grace. To cherry wines on summer days. To imperfection. To skinned knees. To losing and gaining. To discarded pictures. To all the signs you didn't see. To hurting. To healing.
Here's to you.
This is for you.
—L.m.
P.S. These poems are written from summer 2013 up to the present, although they will be posted here in no particular order. With that said, some of the poems are quite triggering, containing hints of self-harm, anxiety and depression. Please read with caution. I am a melodramatic obnoxious chit of a girl who tries to cope with life by writing bad poems. Let me know if you appreciate the gesture.
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Poetrythe title speaks for itself. [i uploaded the first three parts on a different account but i forgot my password lmao]
