living on the edge of a cliff
just for the thrill of it.
the thought of a step ending my life
is quite funny, isn't it?
it makes me want to run towards death
cause i will go there eventually anyway, won't i?
so better off not to look at the landscape,
the waterfalls, the rivers,
the mountains, the green and the yellow,
the sky and its stars -
it's gonna be all gone.
I leave before they leave me.
leave before you get left.
I live as a clandestine in a world that's imprinted in my DNA.
the roads, the fields, flowers, pretty girls
wind, ocean, forests, stars and... love;
I know them like the back of my hand.
and if people of my species
are going to burn them down,
they're going to have to run over my dead body, too.
I'm handcuffed,
wrists behind my back,
against a steel pole.
but I know in the bottom of my stomach,
those things, they're all I live for.
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notes app of a teenage girl
PoetryI depend on words and commas: a sleepy french toast and my lover's perfect flaws. a collection of poems, songs, thoughts, stories, and made-up scenarios of an Italian queer teenage girl who finds comfort in writing. I apologize for any errors, engli...
