LadySpark

in the light at the end of my tunnel, we're dancing. you are the earth that i stand upon. 18+ 2018 2017 2016

VII. V pt. II you see, here is where your gutter is. here is where you sit, your back against a damp brick wall, and dream about stars. you see, ...

VI. you are the thing that caught fire. i looked down and my hands were covered in blisters. the smell of soot was filling my lungs-- and damn, is it ...

V. honesty and truth. a bright faced boy with blue eyes who knows how to lie. honesty and truth-- and my fingers caught between the frame and the door, pinched ...

IV. I pt. II your skin is in my dreams. i watch you, cover everything important to me with your body. cover everything i care about until it's all you, ...

@Aley do you even know me? Peppy? HA. @Audy don't worry! I'm back! I just had a REALLY busy two weeks haha.

III. i held a heart in both hands. it wasn't mine, but i knew it like my own. there were scores of scars across the surface but i could see ...

II. i walked away thinking about you. thinking, if he'd let someone else talk, we might get somewhere. i walked away thinking, if he ever shapes up, maybe we'll talk ...

I. here, underneath this moon, is where i found you sitting, with your legs crossed, looking up at the sky. here, underneath this sky, is where you turned and looked ...

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and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, and you don’t trust him to love you in a ...

no one teaches young souls of loss dear professor, in your psych class, my freshman year of college we talked a lot about the way people react to dying. the ...

how do you title a poem about death no one talks about children dying. point blank. full stop. it's miserable, it's unbearable, it's hateful, it's morbid it's-- i don't like ...

how do you like your blue eyed boy, mister death? pt. 2 a hospital room. two bodies. one alive, desperately wishing to be dead. one almost dead, desperately wishing to ...

all you ever write about is sex and killing yourself you are tired. you're not hungry, but you eat anyway because that's what you must do to stay alive. we ...