its still love if he still brings me flowers
suburbs of despair and dead flowers
a marriage of tangled illusions
i wish feelings left when a person does, so i didn't have to paint how you made me feel
still trying to wash myself off the magnificient ruin that you were
'I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.'
i wasn't an ocean before
"what are you searching for?"
how can emptiness be so heavy?
There is no "us." Except your brief existence led to an infinite iridescence.
white lies beneath