AAAAAAAAA here u go https://www.jenoriscaba.com/ i'm still updating it since i haven't done so in a century but a lot of the stuff i'm posting is from the diaries
on the days i take matches to my skin there exists another realm, where i live whole and unbroken,
where i am free
and on the first monday of june i had realized for a minute i forgot your name and all the places you took me to the memories that had stung my throat dissolved into my acid belly never to come back up again
there is still an aching still a barren hole where my heart once lay and i still find nights to be too sweaty, days to be too cold and life to be too grey but on the days i burn my own skin i feel everything i’ve ever felt come up so suddenly to the surface
my lips split to form your name as if the only thing that’s been holding me back is the hope that you’d come back to me.
Welp, poetry time again. It's been a few months. These are all recent. Starting to realize that all I can write are love poems. Those are the best kind though! :) __________
maybe it's my own fault for believing lies like it's wine to my lips like the red will wash off tomorrow as long as I make it through today
and then another heart of mine falls and splinters the floor becomes shards of a past lover who threw herself off cliffs because she thought that's how these things happen
and maybe it's my own fault that I break too easily that I carve the ones I love so deep I fall straight into them
s.r., carve the ones i love __________
I knew this day would come, when I stumbled over my own retribution. Accursed to my broken body. A fantasy of lips run wild on my veins, and then to end this tragedy, I crumble to another torrid affair. It began like this:
You thought that he had a hands Like a god, because the way he touched You made you burn. And you fell victim to his embraces. But now that boy no longer knows your name. You’ve faded into the lake water he drowned you in, and it always ends the same way. With a broken heart and you begging For someone to come along And pick up all those pieces.
s.r., when god comes with your heart in his hands, how do you not reach out to grab it?
