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...