try hard melancholy blues | tried so hard until the pieces changed shapes and they dont remember how to fit
i should know better
tried too hard, the pieces fell a part, shattered in my hands
a poem of loneliness, when other thoughts wont come
another raw, stripped bare, type of set.
heels, accesories, a slip dress, a bag to hold your secrets and melancholy.
oh what a pity, sometimes it feels nothing remains but the creative insanity that I’ve tried to drown out.
02/16/2025