You you you
You you you
You you you
*all the feels*
I hope he finds happiness and I'll always be there for him
A simple little rhyme of devotion
Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things
I feast on his rhyme.
Errr a fantasy within a fantasy perhaps
He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.
A poem about need
I falter, he punishes
A poem about triangulation. There'd be zero issues if they were "just friends". But they're not, and he doesn't love her but she's got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she's keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS
He is a man of steel that I burn for
How to love a demon part 12. I'm sorry, that's not fair, I don't think he is a demon at all, and neither does this poem...
His gaze strips me of my peasant title, his touch makes me a queen
His darkness is beautiful and so a love poem for him.
Poetry is sacred
A micropoem about Alex Ebert cuz he's a constellation walking amongst us and he's teaching me how to be human + 3 AM snaps of me from right nowssss! ✌
Life is a numbers game and I am always last (if at all)...
A micropoem about regret and anger
Everyone thinks they got me figured out
I can't fly away because he clipped my wings and now taunts me like I am prey
If you lay down your arms, I will lay down my pride.
They don't belong together and I'll never be jealous of her. I KNOW MY WORTH. They are both leeches.
You can take the poetry out of love but can you take the love out of poetry. A poem about love.
A love poem that would like to be a song + a crappy snap of me
A feel good happy rhyme
It's possible he's the best antidepressant in the universe.
The beauty of language it evolves but so does my love for him.
Written for my muse for the mere sight of him creates an alphabet in me + snap
A happy poem about feeling alive + link to spoken word reading on Tuners
Dreaming of his kiss...
An early morning easy rhyme love poem for the one...
Thinking of you...
Friday afternoon freestyle freeform 🙂 + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! 😃
A sweet little love poem that should have probably been kept top secret
They exchanged love in unique ways
I hope he is happy and I hope she knows how lucky she is
His love is the only thing that can heal her fall.
If only fingers were used for healing...
I vow to never stop loving you because I can't...