“You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?”
“I died on the alter waiting for proof”
“You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days”
“And I’m just getting color back into my face”
#TTPDBoardMeeting
The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now: https://t.co/PzuwWnatO7
The first 11 hours of today was rough, but I have a game plan with my doctors and I will get rid of this pneumonia and pulmonary embolism! Thank you for the constant prayers from everyone! Love you all ❤️ #cysticfibrosis