Poems from Moscamo
im done hiding in my home from you
im done thinking im yours
im done thinking that my body isnt my own
and im done being silent about you
the first time i was cat called was with my now ex and i was just wearing shorts and a graphic tee
they honked at up and said some...
Life is strange when you think you’d be dead
“What do you wanna be when you grow up”
”what's your dream job”
”what career do you wanna...
I hate him in all his glory but hell he’s improving
There’s a reason i nicknamed him the good o’l asshole
Hell i'm planning a tattoo...
Thy is not them
Thy is I
Thy has expected death with all the faws
All the flaws turn to freckles and he has accepted death with them all
He...