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My heart is lonely. Though it feels like like a gaping hole. I wish for everything I can’t have...if only...Filled to the brim with ashes and coal

Glistening black tar of the feathers of birds I let the storm brew, from tears to hate.

I could barely hear the rain over the thundering of my heart.

It’s the fifth time he’s been here this week. 

It's withering flowers unique numb gloss, it's what dies inside of us while we live

Shame. Noun. a painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by wrong behavior.

Real romance isn't something hopeless, or unenergetic like stale poetry, or futile like canned compliments.

Breaking heart and shooting stars, isn’t it what it’s all about? Midnight kisses and and being your man’s misses...Isn’t that what you want?

Trista, an abused, sad 16 year old girl must take a stand.

We all sit on a throne of lies.

When we fall asleep, where do we go?

Will you come and swim with me?