If you ask me to make something beautiful, I would think of you first.
I'd think of the way you smile and laugh,
The way you carry yourself for the world,
The things you like to do.
Because making something objectively beautiful is not my intention.
Beauty can be many things, forced chaos, quiet and sleepy nights with conversations that never seem to end, golden sunsets with singing birds and blooming flowers in spring.
If you ask for beauty I'll think of you.
Of whatever it is you'll find beautiful.
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ballads of heartbreak
Poetry"I'm sorry that I'm like this, I'm trying my best" -essentially a diary, slight tw for being self destructive & harmful, some really good stuff crammed in with a bunch of nonsensical three am cry sessions
