#self poems

[ahauntedtypewriter]

The Greenhouse

Under the buzzing, electric sun,

They sprout and grow,

Under the starless sky,

They dream, but never know.

Within the oblivious oasis

of metal and glass

It’s nescient the joy and sorrow

Of seasons come to pass.

[enduringdysphoria]

i forgot his shoe size

am i already forgetting him?

[enduringdysphoria]

“Do I have to look cute?”

[enduringdysphoria]

“fuck i miss you”

-please text me

[enduringdysphoria]

“mixing up my mind

and mixing up my heart,

i preferred it when we were miles apart”

[enduringdysphoria]

one day our goodbye was final

o.p.

[enduringdysphoria]

did you cry like i did?

[enduringdysphoria]

"one day I'm going to die, and that terrifies me"

o.p.