Two line poem – Expectations

 

Fuck expectations,

I just want to be with you.

 

 

heyyyyyy. Suffered a slight relapse and completely forgot to eat yesterday. Doing my best to make it up to my body. Other then that, I’m feeling good!

 

love you all,

your weary but hopeful poet,

xx

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Fairyfloss

she tasted like fairyfloss,

sweet at the start,

but overpowering in the end.

-Fairyfloss//TaleofanUnlikelyWarrior

 

heyyyyy. Quick update – feeling really great at the moment. Life is good.

love you all,

your joyful poet,

xx

I wish I could give my life

 

i wish I could give my life,

to someone who deserves it,

but it doesnt work that way,

life sucks but it is okay.

 

 

heyy feeling a bit more unstable at the moment. I couldn’t sleep last night, the voices were chattering in my head again. The cuts on my ankles are growing and I feel myself collapsing in on myself. But I am okay.

love you all,

you heavy burdened poet,

xx

Breakfast

Sometimes I skip breakfast,

It is better to feel pain,

Then to feel nothing at all.

 

heyyyyyyyy. Unfortunately, still in a rough place, a friend close to me is going through a lot of shitty stuff but won’t tell anyone the full story.  Putting a lot of pressure on everyone at the moment. A quick thought for her: May you stay strong and not forget how to fight. Thanks.

love you all,

your stressed poet,

xx

Two line poem – Bittersweet

You kissed me softly,

A bittersweet goodbye

 

 

 

 

heyyyyyyyyyy. Feeling better today, not as down which is good. Also, instagram is finally working again and I created a new account so please check it out and feel free to Dm me cause I lonely as heck.

https://www.instagram.com/_theunlikelypoet

love you all,

your sort of happy poet,

xx

Cuts

i started 2019 by cutting

because im a hopeless girl

lost in the complexities

of the human world

 

 

hey guys. Trying not to cry right now. I promised myself 2019 would be a better year but yesterday I kept making people upset. I’m such a shitty person and I can’t do this anymore. I’m scared. So so so scared. The cuts on my wrists are stinging, a fresh reminder of the disaster that I am.

I hope you all started 2019 better than I did.

 

love you all,

your scared and desperate poet,

xx