TWENTY-FOUR
melancholy and I
With my words that I spit,
I leave bits and pieces of myself
between each nook and cranny.
Rusted on the melancholy that often
rests in the crevices of my mind.
Nails chipping until the sun
and the entirety of the galaxy has shown itself.
To show who I was before chaos hit,
to show the rumble that rages in my veins.
I hit rock bottom in my words,
waiting for you to resurface from
the depths I buried you in.
Favorite tv shows right now?
The Walking Dead & Breaking Bad are my forever favorites. I've recently gotten into Peaky Blinders. Some other go-to shows are You, Good Girls, The 100, & Z Nation. My guilty pleasure is reality shows on TLC like Sister Wives & 1000 LB Sisters.
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
