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a heartbeat not mine; the remains of what was not ours to begin with

cold light bruises the floor as i scramble: reconnect my missing pieces

it literally helped me define my poetic voice so so much- i'm no longer just "some" poet i am the "melancholic-always-yearning-for-someone-or-something" poet and also it's helped me make characters fo

CONGRATS!

forgetting your shape, & every other thing we shared in secret trysts.

WAHHHH i'm sadg grief Geerrrrr... anfry!!!

does that thing 👉👈

welcome to yws!! you can always post this poem (or, poems?) into the

what it means to stay with you every waking hour, well, it feels like pain.

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the end is ever near; and i yearn for another time. a moment with you.

v. looking glass skin i always imagine a visage of you in the mirror, because i am meant to be a mix of you both- but i never put faces ...

his breath hot as sin, curing every scar on my body, soul, & heart

in my opinion, the purpose of poetry is vauge-- it is very VERY multi faceted in the way that: poetry serves as a motion to create a vessel for one's ...

the dirt knows your name- it knows everything i said to you at midnight.