i used to dream about you.
now i just drink about you.

saw this written as part of a piece at an art exhibit at my university and it felt like poetry. // a.s.m

We are so eager to find home anywhere except within ourselves.

home shouldn’t have to be a person or a place. if you can find home within yourself, everywhere will become home. // a.s.m

This must be hell– reliving my biggest mistake over and over again.

it doesn’t hurt any less with the passing of time

Look where you want to go, not where you’re afraid to go.

my dad told me this when i was learning to ride my bike and i always chant it to myself when i’m anxious

The only times you fucked me were when you fucked me over.

i let myself be played by you for too long

Poesia

The world is quiet, let her sleep. Sometimes poems come through dreams.

Matching Tattoos

You made your way under my skin
long before the ink did.

I’m torturing myself trying to rewind a tape that doesn’t exist.

Your fatal flaw
my dear, is that
you do not love me.

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