Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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We crafted masterpieces from hearts we slayed Loved like cruelty was a work of art Villains aren’t born; they’re made
By Tina D. Lopez4 months ago in Poets
Taylor sings "Every eldest daughter, is the first lamb to the slaughter." I know this. I am the eldest and only daughter
Claudia She doesn’t just fall in love— she dives, headfirst, as if she’s sure there’s water down there. She’d rather bruise
Kevin and I called it quits. We say we’re just friends now like it’s a firebreak, like it stops anything from sparking up between us.
