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Author: bruv

I write to thrive, apparently.

Broken Pencils

I sketch with ferocity

write with even more
my veins draw for me
write even more
pens and pencils never break then


My sun

Sunsets what’s in between light and night to witness its cliché of leaving us behind entrusting that we’d be fine … Continue Reading My sun


At fifteen I got my first kiss at seventeen I was touched below my waist at nineteen my virginity wandered … Continue Reading At


I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways – Rumi

Subject 3: The Ex

Maybe I should’ve accepted him back. Maybe he was gonna be a better him.