and what used to be went up in flames.
Tag Archives: bitter
Dove
peace has been broken.
real
if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.
Trickster
it’s all a game of chess. but with cigarettes and glass bottles and the goal is to light the palace on fire.
cold hands
my hands are cold in the light of the setting sun.
cake
dark chocolate cake.
With You
With you, I can ignore their whispers.
merchandise
perhaps, perhaps… true love never existed.
dear
it used to be us. now, it’s just me.
unwanted
they are unwanted. so they are spurned.