you fear the truth staining my teeth black, a charred tongue too heavy to swallow any more lies, i choke on a puff despair, a gray mist that has me disappearing until the early morning mist✨
walking on eggshells
Tag: poet
my magic
why do i doubt my magic, when there is more to me than flower petals and raw poetry? 💕✨
the truth
you never wanted the truth, did you? i read you like a book; loose spine and worn pages, you were easy to decipher. you would rather settle in a cesspit of lies, coddle yourself on your own demise, but i won't let you, i won't allow you to do anything but rise ✨
you should have
you should have held me close, before i learned how to fly. i am gone now, dreaming in the sky. every cloud greets me with easy smiles and riddles both curious and sly. every bird swims with me, soaring through riptides and horizons dyed in sienna and goldenrod. you were foolish to love me and [...]
meant to be?
were we meant to be daffodils caught in a tree? floating endlessly? tangling in the stinger of a bee? i could never tell because you meant more to me; your smile having me list these silly things ✨🌙 @amateur_poet
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 