you can wear the faces of the women
he truly loved,
and mirror how they moved.
God, you’ll try,
but he’ll always smell your blood beneath
and he’ll always spit you right out
i hear the trees talking to me; their voice soft & airy like the skirts i wear, their warmth like the winter sun against my hands. i apologize to the tree as i embrace them, for their life is temporary
why does everyone on cute sad girl twt always fight i hate.. well i knw why it is cos we r all mental so everyone is erratic n quick to feel hurt me included.... bt i do wish it ws not like tht it's sorta tirin to see all m moots hate m other moots..