I m Left With Her Dying Expectations And Her Many Delusions.

Time to reflect I guess.

Listening to Ella Fitzgerald and classics.

Days getting longer, sun shining brighter sticky memories hurting my spine.

I wish for rain washing my soul drowning the sorrows of my melancholic heart.

A cigarette, a glass of wine.

Drowning In Nostalgia

My pain is something I treasure and keep hidden from the prying eyes and judgment of others. I often revisit it in the safety of my mind's darkest corners, where it is cold, dark, and deceiving, yet somehow comforting, mesmerizing, beautiful.

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But To Me It Tastes Sweet.

Cherry Red Is The Colour Of My Bruised Knees.

It Reminds Me Of Grief

It Used To Be Like You Warm And Comforting

It Used to Make My Tears Disappear

God Knows I tried

Has Dreams That From Reality Are Far

Yet if we show it we are whores.

On My Cold Skin

Put Your Heart On The Line.