THIRTY-THREE
always ample room for you
There is always ample room
in my bones for you to hide away.
Dig a hole that fits your mind
and burrow your fears into me;
I'm sure they're lovely.
Drink in the burgundy,
fill your empathy with salt.
Use me for everything you simply need.
Leave my bones dry.
Who is your hero?
𐎀 My grandpa, without a doubt. He has taught me so much, how to love and live, and work hard every day. He's my biggest role model, my best friend, & my father figure.
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...
