Poet Introduction I just write what I feel. What bubbles up in the moment. Usually when I'm dealing with extreme emotions. It is such a great thing to release hard experiences. And I am so moved to share in others lives.
the morbidity so cold I dare not inflict it's invaded my head it's foul stench suffocating death and carnations the ground so cold I'm down prostrate my body losing heat I have to do this letting go of death by embracing death
why did I look for now I can't forget mud under your eyelids packed up your nose your face so bloated
I brought you my dress the one you loved so much although too small they said no worries they'd...
I feel like I speak a language no one understands everytime I think someone is figuring it out it all goes to shit you pour your guts out and it feels so right but that's only because it was wrong in the first place
we all know the definition of insanity fucking up the same way
again and again
and expecting a different outcome
"If you are going to fuck me up the ass Could you at least pull my hair so we can both enjoy it?"