Coming clean feels filthy. Some nights are longer than others.
// her body was not a void for you to fill //
// six orbs of a story //
// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// contained feelings = contained healing // // rip to the girl whose grave lies within your body // // i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole // // submission for deep confession contest // // i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray // // the main suspect in question is irony //
// analysis of // clockwork // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-clockwork-/ // // inspired by i wanna die (sometimes) by the 1975 //
// untied from society //
// drowning in your scent is not synonymous to drowning in you //
// the valve for the composition of my thoughts has been irreversibly opened // // my love exists in the brief amount of time between five and six in the morning // // submission for the monsters under your bed contest //
No stories
No more stories
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