#spilled poetry

At the end, promises are just words and words have always been weak.

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You watched her, as she spoke up with a vulnerability in her eyes you haven’t seen before. “I’ll be real, I’m scared you

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in case nobody has told you yet today: you are needed and you deserve the best...

your love is an art. beautiful, untouchable. -f...

To all you beautiful lovelies keep giving it your all Keep pushing pass your limit Keep breaking through your roofs ...

Green...

NEVER STOP TRYING...

And in the end, is it not the desire for beautiful things that destroys us all? ~gold sinks easy, my poor king midas...

i know i’m not supposed to; i know you broke me in half. but i miss you, anyway.

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I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of ...

Broken heart is kind of memories you keep them in...

you’ll never know how many nights I sat all alone, thousands of miles away, begging you to come back to me....

good morning ☀️ sharing this piece today because it’s what i needed to hear the most ❤️...

I believe I'm made of the same stuff that stars are....