Poems from writetheimprint
I built dreams for you but they are now haunted abandoned buildings. I call them nightmares of the forgotten.
You can find me holding the world without hands.
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I wish I love you
didn’t dissolve so freely
from your careless mouth.
My hardcover is worn.
I thought leather was thick-skinned.
Spine is gone but I manage
to hold myself together.
Tears bleed the...
Three men, one legacy, one-hour thrones:
the common await their nearing fall. Trading
words not for women, sports and anatomy
provoke...
Eyes without vision:
the reflection unbearable.
Life must take an intermission.
My undoing, irreparable.
Conception - orgasms and...
Pitch black.
The streetlights question the blinds for answers.
They slightly part their lips to gossip
but are sworn to secrecy.
I knew the...