Poems from amishflowerchild
according to my tattoo artist
my paper is skin thin my skin is paper thin.
thin skin means more scarring means shitty tattoos.
i am not...
She is
all the exit signs that lead to North Carolina.
chasing stardust trails with her fingertips.
She is
sitting in a black leather...
i am the highest of highs
the lowest of lows.
my heart?
fucking shattered
splintered wood in shipwrecks.
i am no longer alive
breathing...
ignoring all communication.
i am so tired of hearing the woe is me bullshit.
it is my fucking heart, that has decided not to work.
my...
you press roses into your wrists and hope the sweet smell mends the broken skin back together.
plant daisies in the ashes of your burnt...