I was looking for
the perfect cup of
coffee when I found you.

Maybe that’s why
your thoughts keep
me awake all night long.



enough time.

There was nothing left
but memories
scattered everywhere
of the empty space between fingers
and the lack of hearts
traced on foggy mirrors

I should have known
that our expiry date would come
Maybe I could have delayed it.
better I feel this hurt now
than when it’s too late to
forgive and forget.

– LunaTheInksane


To Whomever It May Concern,

I am Alice. I am dying and I am sixteen years young.

Dear Young
At least I get to die being you.

Dear Death
You inching closer makes me nervous. Embrace me already! I hear there’s liberty in you.

Dear Liberty
I lost you the day Hope flew away.

Dear Hope
Stop breeding Misery, wherever you are.

Dear Misery
You are me and I am you. Two faces of the same person.

Dear Faces
You can stop the pretending now.

Dear Pretending
You’re my other me. Looks like a bad case of split personality. Isn’t that good?

Dear Good
I wish you mattered in this world.

Dear World
I wish I did something for you to remember me by.

Dear Me
Hello again.
Seems like I lost you somewhere between keeping you alive.
Dear Hello


– LunaTheInksane
This style of writing was developed by Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory