I try not to think about
that year too often...

The roads are drenched with too many wished
upon hearts, and my eyes resemble sewage from...

Dear Father, I'm imagining myself anywhere but...
enveloping visions into my life that I will...

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She threw paint around...

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i think i still love you...

Something's gonna change here.
I ain't telling mama, yet...

Getting over someone is not poetic. It's not...
I'm cleaned out of metaphors. My mind no longer...

Falling,
in the strangest ways...

A hat for snow's lights,
to keep her tears from mixing...

I thought this poem would be about me,
typed up in a gloomy room where moonlight...

I've often wondered myself if sweetness
is the type of velvet voice that will fade...

Tonight, I found myself in a rainstorm that was...
its chest roaring with wounds inflicted upon...