oh my dear
you've painted mauve beneath your eyes
sketched scars across your skin
hollowed out the space between your ribs
and filed down the flesh on your limbs
you are both artist and art
and i can not stand to look for too long
the emptiness of where your laughs once curled up
and built a home between my bones
aching with a dull persistent cry
but then again
what beauty lies without slivers of madness and melancholy
threaded between
though i think i'd prefer
sanity and comfort
over feeble, painful beauty
YOU ARE READING
𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰
Poetry𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 just a collection of my terrible poems because yes I'm going to torture you like that :))) also there's a lot of death and ghost im...
