Grief Addict

Poetry. Hope. All the ghosts and bones. 💀XVX 🌱 Twitter Instagram Soundcloud Bandcamp

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Old songs are up on Bandcamp so you can download them for free

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The cage of long screams//bones refusing to return home.

This needs work but I’m busy wishing myself out of existence. Title and ending inspired by @luciblackanima the rest inspired by despair

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I was thinking about being buried in my own vegetable beds

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It’s been a while….go easy on me 🤷🏻‍♂️

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Slow bones//the darkest parts of my grief.

Another poem where I crucify myself. I always fail the ones I love, you’d think after all this time I’d come up with something new. But no. You’re welcome.

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Survival sickness//everything about me is a sharp knife.

I’m full of old versions of myself, and all they do is lie.

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Every moment was torment before we met 🖤🖤🖤🖤

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This is about as good as it’s going to get for now 🤷🏻‍♂️ believe it or not I’ve already cut the worst parts out

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If you saw this yesterday….no you didn’t 🤷🏻‍♂️

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First drafts aren’t always good 🤷🏻‍♂️

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I write love poems now 🤷🏻‍♂️

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This is a very rough draft that won’t rewrite itself. Believe it or not I’m disgustingly happy right now 🖤🖤🖤

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Obviously this isn’t good enough. Insert self deprecating caption about not deserving to be in love here

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I can’t sleep so here’s a quick bit of something for you 🖤🖤🖤

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There’s clearly at least three separate poems here, but they became too intertwined to pull them apart 🤷🏻‍♂️

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The new stuff isn’t working so have an amalgamation of recycled old crap that might go some way to explaining something

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I rushed this because I want you to read it today. It’ll get better, eventually 🖤