the darkness
doesn't ask permission
to become your priority
and when it confronts you
all you can say is
"okay"
as you watch everything else
fade
into the white noise of your mind
(a/n: I'm sorry that this is a sad one. I'm not even feeling particularly sad atm so idk why I made this but here it is. if you can relate to this poem, I recommend reading or rereading the poems "• the importance of your well-being •" and "• the strength within your bones •". ily frens. stay alive)
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
