beauty – poetpri

A White Girl in a Pretty Dress Smiles at Me

‘She stares back at me, and I don’t know what to tell her’

If Love was human

Love, my dearest friend,listen to my laboured breaths,how sweet do they sound, against your chest.

I have noted in these past few nights,that Confidence is not found in the usual places;it is not found inside another personbetween cracks and small openings,between the rust and rubble ofsomeone’s dampened heart,or broken art,but rather amongLs: leather, lipstick and lingerie — and no, I don’t list these because I am an object,but rather becauseContinue reading “the L illusion”