How can I ever recognize myself if I cannot even trust my reflection?
Category: My Poetry
Incessant
It seems perpetual... these incessant feelings about you. Spirals of unfettered tenderness... Mixed between breaths of angry déjà vu...
Masterpiece
You were torn, ripped, and fraying at the edges... With faded colors and careless smudges. Self-destruction had since deemed you worthless... Yet my hand craved the cracks that had formed upon your surface.
Ash
Pieces of her scattered freely into the frigid night air... Gray and weightless like ash.
Sprinkled
Sentences sprinkled with white pixie dust and blue smitten lies... Hold words crafted carefully to keep the truths disguised.
Tangled
The shade has fallen under the tree... so take my hand and lie there with me. Your calloused hands and my haunted green eyes... can then tangle together under mostly clear skies.
Words
They spewed from behind your coffee- stained teeth... Uncensored, unmerciful, and undeniably concrete.
As Punishment
She left herself vulnerable to men's filthy hands... Carelessly accepting all their silent demands. She laid there complacent as they took what they pleased... Appearing content, yet desperate to leave.
Daybreak
Sunlight then began to stream through... With stubborn white rays and a subtle hint of blue.
Cygnus
A whip-poor-will cries out in the distance, with a distinct and eerie song... While up above Cygnus soars, his vast wings star-tipped and strong.
AO Poetry 
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