Years of therapy
helped me realise that only...
He was a curator
who speaks softly about...
As the the pretty flowers are crushed and broken,
I miss you...
I,
Simply...
Hide it within smoke and mirrors,
Slink into the black and fear...
Holding onto a lifetime of heartbreak
will never set you free...
The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...
i suffocate on suffixes
and im trying to write this right...
I was a forgotten ugly duckling
that found shelter under...
Perhaps I have become
immune to inclement...
Rubies are on my mind
as falling leaves dress ochre meadows and strips...
The Idolatry of War
(or, the common burden...