the woman after me will see my poem engraved in your head, and the scars i left on you from clawing my way out of your wrath. only then will she realize she is far gone.
peace seems so far away now. like it didn’t happen this lifetime but a thousand years ago.
for christmas i got a mind full of rage and a body labeled as a sex object. i guess i was worse this year than i thought.
i could recognize your darkness a million miles away.
i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
i am completely fine cleaning up my own mess.
it feels like i’ve lived three and a half lives since yesterday.
california’s burning down but all people care about is putting videos of the flames over trending audio for a couple bucks.
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