Poems from ebrooke

I need you.   I need to run my hands through your hair. I need to kiss your lips and your neck and your chest and your skin. I need to draw...
obsessed.   my dwindling eating habits started in an effort to punish myself, hurt myself. the meals dropped and dropped; three meals a day...
i’ve been trying to find love in a billion relationships and i’ve tried everything i can to make myself feel something and i’ve pushed my...
i slept to escape reality, but i was left trying to escape my sleep.
my pencils are dull. not because they aren’t tended to, not because they’re like the overused pencils in a kindergarten class.   my pencils...

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