Poems from xobrokenbellaxo
Flashback, heart attack.
To my childhood years, I don't want to go back.
Grew up in a broken home, my daddy left me.
All alone now, with a...
Blue lips, purple kiss.
I've never felt like this.
Tongue-tied cinnamon twist.
You taste like pepperment, baby.
Broken heart and a black...
August 16th at Mac's Bar.
Yeah, I was going really far,
to East Lansing to hear Eryn Woods sing,
about how I was her lover.
Sisters and...
Anxiety.
Penatrading me, suffocating me.
Making me feel like I can't breathe.
I can't talk; I can't speak.
I'm scared of what's inside of...