Poems from floraxavier
Figuring shit out
I stop and think to myself is he joking or being serious. Does he mean it or is it a slip of the tongue. Why does he...
Questions
He talks
I can’t breathe
He kisses me
I need
Happy indeed
But whipped I bleed
He’s good to me
No he’s the best
But what is...
Why must happiness be so hard but grief and hatred so great. Why must we learn or except our fate? I feel like crying, I feel like dieing...