#brokens

[poetbitesback]

It wasn't like this before. I did not go everyday questioning who I was and how people viewed me. Why should it matter? If I love myself, should that not be enough? The answer is simple: my self-love is lacking, so I search for it in others.

Olivia Larson 

[emptysocks]

See the Dead (3/17/19)

We wear the faces of our loved ones. Not as imitation, but in recognition that they were real. Look in the mirror when the loss-born emptiness is overbearing. Lock eyes with the reflection of everybody that lives on through you.

[d-littlearmy-blog]

The journey of no return—

You’re in the midst of thousand ways.

Death, the result of wrong turn.

Messy, rocky and harmful are every path.

No assurance that you will end up right.

I wish I could walk through all the roads,

But life is too short.

No time to pose; No time to be lost.

You have to find the habitat of the soul—

Where your fragile heart be whole.

For in the pursuit of wandering,

Whats worst is not being limp on crossroads.

But haven’t found your true home.

/Wandering/

-theLittleArmy

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

unfinished poem#77: mental cavity

A magical piece of candy that never rots your teeth pristine White molars and incisors perfect smiles but at the cost of your sanity every lick and suck and hard to swallow of the sweet little tart causing your world and reality to warp around you your dreams and nightmares seep into the daylight and nothing is real again

[poetbitesback]

we are not what we think we are, there is nothing to save here neither of us a victim or a monster both of us just good at twisting the story: remember, every antagonist is a hero with good intentions in their head.

how we both botched the ending || O.L.

[overreactingmyself]