NIRVANA
and i did not realise the hairline cracks on your fragile heart; chose to ignore the tremors in your shoulder blades, aching to cave in.
i am sorry that the world could not keep you safe.
as you leave this place for the next, i hope that your journey will be a gentle one, one where you can stop and adore your surroundings for the very first time.
when you arrive at your destination, i hope that the old plaster spread across your face will soften and crumble away, and your lips will curve softly into a bright crescent moon—
without resistance,
without pain.
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The Skin On Our Bones
Poetry"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.
