I miss the feeling of your misery
Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
What's the cost of playing God?
I feel every movement like a vhs on repeat
A poem about a friend that I wish I never befriended.
our love was my first principle
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
caress me, your love couldn't be more fake..
Lipliner on, I own the show
I feel warm but I want more.
I want to see where you are, but you switch it to an audio call.
A poem about darkness in another perspective.
I check your profile, to keep you off my mind.
Like, comment, follow. Ever lost someone?
I don’t want to take another step, now I know what is like to levitate
I wrote this while listening to Hozier