Poems from Winkle

  The ice cream they say, Is fascinating and sweet, like me. Hold it from the cone, lick it this way. “Truly majestic”. I am confused....
It hurts. It hurts so bad. I want to tear my heart out and rip it to pieces. I want to stop caring about them, please If I knew they didn’t...
*mild trigger warning*     “Are you ok?” Once again, it is that question you crave. Always the same answer The same nod The same fake...