Poems about Health
you can tell me not to cry when it rains from the storms i've created for myself but there's no purpose in telling a flower not to wilt.
Do you remember what was true before you let the thoughts consume you?An unrecognizable face in a crowd you’ve allowed
An artist stuck in his works that he's studied for the longest
Awake the Smell
Nobody is perfect. I’m Nobody. Perfect. contradiction leaves me hurting.
I need my fucking space. I take my place in fucking Space Spacebound
they say the universe is infinite that dark matter is constantly expanding that we are but a speck in this scheme
i wasn’t done building my house when i invited you in to stay