My heart has a thousand little cracks from a thousand different goodbyes. Each split a different room filled with artifacts-
By eva 11 months ago in Poets
I’ve got an itch that needs to be scratched and to be honest i think you’re the only one who can reach it. A guy at the bar attempted it
By eva 12 months ago in Poets
Trees laugh at the spilt maroon, flooding chasms once filled with fire. Skies cry, answering smoke filled questions.
Can I live forever in a what if? wondering if our timelines are destined to always miss grazes of each other found in corners of our body
