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Someone Else’s Eyes pt2

She looks up into my eyes allowing me to let in her pain. Her bloodshot eyes, the bags under her eyes. The red freckles she gets around her cheekbones from the continuous rubbing to wipe off the tears. Her hair, … Continue Reading Someone Else’s Eyes pt2


belittle (shade)

Strange how you place me in hell when you’re merely just another person that would stand before God read for filth, Humiliated. Not knowing where God would rather have you in. Funny how you use Social media for your use … Continue Reading belittle (shade)

Once more

A lot have expressed depression in forms too true to be written. So I’ll skip that part. I am, in a way, depressed. No urge to elaborate. Would only like to add that its perhaps the 15th time I relapse. Only … Continue Reading Once more


I don’t ever complain about having to distract myself because as soon as I’m alone i can’t do anything but let my soul gut itself out of me and have it screech and tear apart everything i deny Its hard … Continue Reading thoughts


My heart beats rhyme with her beautiful voice such a melody Eyes clung to the draping sun in the sky, desperately Her hands could never hurt hearts, though, they make music, incredibly If I could add anything to her, I’d … Continue Reading Serenity

I hope

I hope she grows fascinated of the stars like I do. Of scientists and painters and Einstein. I hope her little feet would carry her so high she’d eventually need her arms to fly. Daring for ideas and never too … Continue Reading I hope


I think of her every day.   The way she eats salad. A sloth can eat faster. The way her hands are so small it felt like a toddler held my hand. so soft yet firm Her happiness so wild, acute, … Continue Reading Her

ones and twos

One breath shared between two Two hands bound into one The drawings on graveyards of stars he once drew The aligning rhythms of heart beats The ever so graceful curse with all its grey hues The reason Im so happy, … Continue Reading ones and twos

The nice guys

  they’ll sing you to sleep and play with your hair and then weave nightmares into your sleep, they’ll hold your hands throughout the day, never letting go, but sometimes they’ll hold a little too tight it hurts your bones. … Continue Reading The nice guys