Poems from amishflowerchild
i looked for Him
in the silver strands braided in my grandmothers hair.
i looked for Him
in the brown crunchy leaves on the ground in the...
this is not normal.
waking up at 3 pm, crying in the shower, bruises on your wrists, silences that last for days.
(i am not okay.)
blood...
when i tell you my heart is breaking and my wrists are shattering under the fists of a mental illness.
just.
listen.
don’t try to compare...
coarse blue fabric against my fingertips
am i real?
long fingernails claw into fragile skin (right underneath black ink flowers and...
“i pressed my face to the space between your neck and kissed you softly with chapped lips. (you were laughing and texting and trying to...