Mother,
Mother,
Do you find my face at the bottom of your bottle
Is that why you keep drinking?

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Mother,
Mother,
Do you find my face at the bottom of your bottle
Is that why you keep drinking?

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A life—a collection of chapters made from somebody else's words.
design your body with what your soul craves
—valentines-dairy
I do not write; I transcribe my soul.Â
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I used to say I wasn’t scared of you—I think that was the fear talking.
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I press my palms against the bones of my own skull—
my feet tremble atop eggshells—
what would be underneath me if i fall—
if the diaphanous layering finally snaps—
will i tumble into the abyss of my own thoughts?
for how could i do that,
i am already here.
You have filled my chest with seeds,
and ask me why it’s still hollow inside.
For how do you expect me to grow a garden,
in the heart that you destroyed.
You will forever be, the cut that always bleeds.
To be a poet is to translate madness
Your not too much—there are a million other people who think the same thing—wait for them.

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Who are we if not simply a collection of others?
How do you write with a brain that has nothing to say?
I have lived so much of my life inside my head I fear what the world will look like when I wake up
You told me onceÂ
‘Always the poet, never the poetry’
And while words have never been my strengthÂ
I know, with every stanza I read
You, my love,
Are the women every poet portrays.
—valentines-diary
"He was willing to let his wings burn if that meant he could take a sip of the sun, and as he plummeted into the sea, he would welcome the water with the knowledge he had once tasted her soul."
—valentines-diary

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"Contrary to popular belief, cupid wasn't actually full of love, for what reasonable man would shoot another soul with only one arrow left?"
—valentines-diary
In poetry should the sun be portrayed as a man or a women?
Man
Women