writing, reading poetry, tarot, anime, catastrophizing, and astrology are my passions.
1. This is not a love poem. 2. In fact, this is a story and it is one hundred percent not about love. Well, at least not the romantic kind. But, that’s not how it started.
By mer3 years ago in Poets
You are summer, and I am winter in all my ways. The problem with us does not simply lie in the way we are opposites in multitudes.
By mer3 years ago in Confessions
I do not know whether my pain is a sword or a monster. Perhaps it is both but I can never be too sure and maybe I do not need to be sure, but my anxiety does.
By mer4 years ago in Psyche
Lately, all my poems seem to be about you and while I write them, I find myself wishing upon the stars. My reoccurring wish is for the day you will hear my poems, hear me, if only one more time.
By mer4 years ago in Poets
Some days, I ask my mother to tell me what parts of me remind her of my biological father. My mother tells me I have his anger and pride. That I wear it the same way he used to when she loved him long ago. She tells me I carry it like a crown of thorns, the way only someone with his last name could do.
