Poems from AmbrosiaCharlotte
The concept of adoration is a complex one.
The idea of someone being completely infatuated with you
That they’d follow you anywhere....
When I was a little girl, I used to keep my bedroom door wide open. Open for the whole world to see me playing with my dolls.
But as I...
Life sucks.
I’ll be the first to admit that I fucking hate my sad existence.
But something I hate more than myself is when people feel the...
She sits there staring at her wrist
Blade in hand
She begins to draw thin lines
Bursts of red exploding from her skin
Voices of her...
Who am I?
This is a simple three word question that can bring a million answers.
I am a statistic. I am a number to keep up a reputation...