Don’t look for love.
Be love.
when they ask darling who hurt you i cannot point fingers except at me. the one who cut my flesh burned my skin
By Sara 10 months ago in Poets
you gave me the keys but i’d rather stay on the ground. i like my bars they keep me safe. i like your arms they make me cry.
it hurts but you also have me vomiting poetry. i don’t sleep but that means i get to count the stars. i will never be good
i pay for my cheap dopamine in blurry thoughts and weak knees. it’s actually quite expensive. i forgot people feel things.
missing you is like withdrawal laying on a bed that no longer smells like you staring at the ceiling with a hole
By Sara 11 months ago in Poets
i sinned today. opened my lips rolled my tongue on blue sugar crystals that were sweet only until i swallowed. i cannot forget
butterflies fly away like the ones you gave me in my stomach maybe that is why you never come around anymore. i wanted every day
the other half of my heart is across the other half of the ocean where the sun rises in the west and the sky is grey not in a silver kind of way.
i have always wanted to ask the universe why it has cursed me so that every month i bleed on an altar of blood
if i were you i’d hold the little girl that is me and never let her go. i would whisper in her ear when her thoughts
been licking love off your knife. it tastes like everything i have been hungry for but i am never satiated. been chasing the rush
you don’t want all of me you don’t want my soul but your wild eyes trapped by lines of white powder make me carve my heart
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