Poems from poutyalways
its funny how much that i feel when im really just trying to heal and i still hear your voice on repeat in my heart drowning out the sound...
this is the part of the movie that everyone hates
when you have to say goodbye to your favorite character
where time slows down and you...
the voice of a dead boy waits for me on my phone, and im too afraid to listen to the accusations i know i'll hear so i let it sit and rot...
i feel as if i am one shard of glass of a whole broken window. so shattered the pieces will no longer fit together. a small shell of the...
i wonder how we ended up so broken. you; soft hair, strong arms, bruised heart, bruised skin, angel boy. can't tell the difference between...