Tossed and tangled - hot mess doesn't even scratch my surface.Scratch my skin it's paper thin, lined with my unconfident confidence.Am I worth it?Am I..
I'm an empty hollow, my brains full of ghostsAnd it's telling me no more tonight.My fingers pressed against my throat,And I'm fighting to jump inspite..
I miss you.Like a pathetic fool, like a part of me is gone no - like a chunk.Ripped out before it was cold and now I'm cold with nothing but a few mem..
This poem is not of love,But of redemption.The slow winding pace the heart takes to heal.The pieces cracking as they stream back together,Dripping out..