Poems from Breannahw01
I will always love you
in the way that the insomniac
dreams of sleep.
"We are all afraid",
what a cliche.
I'm not scared,
the world molds me,
I'm its clay.
Trigger Warning: Suicide
I’m surrounded.
Shadows line my concrete walls,
Reaching out,
They pull at my knotted hair,
Dig silver nails...
There’s a billion stars in the sky
And only one moon.
It’s a gift to be alone,
But a price for solitude.
Prized is a blade of grass in a...
The people in my class analyzed poetry
With finely sharpened pencils
And color coordinated pens.
I don’t...