NINETEEN
what am i if not yours?
Roll me like the pair of dice laid coiled
in the palm of your hand.
Shuffle the flesh along me like the cards
twisting between your fingers.
Dot me with the tips of your fingers
like you're moving me across the board
Play me like one of your games.
We both know that's the only reason
why you're here.
What's some things you'd like to accomplish in the new year?
𐎀 This year, I'm working towards finishing up a second poetry collection. I would love to publish another collection, much larger than my first, in the next year or two. I also hope to reach even more milestones on Wattpad. Hopefully reaching 40k followers & 2 million reads on Alone. I also hope to have my work featured in more anthologies!
May
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
