there is a corner of my heart that i reserve for the unimaginable. hopes, dreams and a cancer of the heart. gilded cages filled with fiddling minds, strawberries and cherries that are too tart. a tragedy i hope for. a personal disaster i cause. the graveyard of love— for all the world to peruse apples rotten with jealousy, the king of words and the queen of poetry. reside beneath my ribs like a bruise. this is the corner i never sweep clean. i return here with salt on my tongue, where the unimaginable—is not a dream, and the truth is fickle in this sickly body and robust mind.
Holy shit this was so pretty, loved it !!
Stunning
this is so hauntingly beautiful! i was surprised that i found this so relatable
Beautiful writing ✍️