Time

Time

I’ve never trusted time.

It creeps past me

Like shadows on a summer’s

Afternoon, it laughs at me

From clock faces, teases me

From calendars, lies to me

In memories. It always seems so

Plentiful but it hides when needed,

Laughing behind its hand.

And then with a casual flickering cruelty

It changes everything I love into

Sepia memories, faded photographs

In crackling albums, lonely moments

In crowded places. I don’t trust time.

It seems like we all have plenty of it

But it’s never enough.

Doug

“Stop asking me to trust you while I’m still coughing water up from the last time you let me drown.”

— Unknown

:')

Things I should be doing

• so many

Things I am doing

• None of the so many things

“The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

we're all stupid little human beings

talking to gravestones

and

claiming the sky's tears as our own

Masterlist

All of my poems in one place :)

wishes

ghost of you

buzz

what's it like?

do i love him?

let go

autumn

answers

hate your love

toxic

how much you meant to me

out of love

too much

time

curious fear

sciamachy

trying

idc

did i know you?

colours