L. V., i found this poem in the hands of a bored god
L. V., tell me how to stop writing in the dark
Here we are again: In the fetal position, curled up in poetry’s warm embrace, trying to put back together the two halves of our fractured hearts.
Along the way, we swapped a broken piece or two by accident. And so, here we are now, trying
to go about our lives with Frankenstein hearts, wondering why it hurts to breathe when we’re far apart.
L. V., i found this poem in a local paper's lost-and-found section
I'm so happy to find your page today. I got goosebumps, wow!
<3
L. V., i found this poem whilst we talked about van gogh with wine in our bloated bellies
L. V., i found this poem backlit by moonlight
L. V., i found this poem inside an empty promise
loving how your posting so actively as of late xo
All thanks to the queue system. I don't know why I never really utilised it for years.
For some reason, the system chose 10am and 10pm "US/Eastern" time zone to post automatically.
L. V., and this is how i bury you
L. V., i found this poem as the peppermint tea circled down the drain
Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.
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