Category: love letters

Your Scars

there comes more 


My sun

Sunsets what’s in between light and night to witness its cliché of leaving us behind entrusting that we’d be fine in the horrors of the dark until dawn I’m not a fan of sunsets rather, the rises The rise, it’s majesty brought back its light ever so powerful shines its


At fifteen I got my first kiss at seventeen I was touched below my waist at nineteen my virginity wandered someplace else then lost its way. Twenty, I met and loved you twenty I met you nested a home between my ribcage for you. At twenty you already took so


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

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