stay away from the bad is what they said you are the bad they told me you're ignorant and selfish and take everything for granted is what had been uttered and these whispers will soon consume my soul and my lungs will be filled with dark tar that will eventually decay within my body to slowly kill me like a wonderful cure to existence if only it could accelerate but sometimes to be killed slowly is as nice as a long drag of a cig and sometimes i think about how she looks at me and how there is pity in those gorgeous pools of gold and sometimes i think about how much i don't care yet i do because these flowers in my throat are decaying and turning to crisp yet they cannot denature within me because of the breaths i take and sometimes i feel like i'm a waste of space and she looks at me in a way as though i am a miracle, a gift, something worth loving and i guess that's whats driving me insane enough to live for now.
i hope better days are nearer because they say to study yet when i study and put effort like pouring tea carefully onto a pale pink porcelain pot and it seems to crack and i wish i were creative enough to make something beautiful but i seem to be a stark line of dark that causes destruction and despair and perhaps that's all i am meant to be and perhaps my skin is the paper that should be burning into the air and the dead living wood and maybe once in a while i see her sometimes, and once in a while, she sends me letters, and maybe one day i'll do something worthwhile that can actually make me happy because everything is so dreary and dull and bleak like black and white but everything is in shades of grey and maybe it's because i can't see color without her
- wonderful cure to existence
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growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
