Forever tied around my wrist, a pink memory
Posts by Robin
Heartbroken.
Grief is so fucked up.
Giving myself one of the best vacations I’ve ever had
Your bones from past lives are still buried somewhere on this earth.
I’m a Midsommar sun, The Craft rising, Jennifer’s Body moon.
girl needs a hug and comfort.
girl is me.
A poem
Pressed against
My lips, written
By hand
Dripping with your ink
Emotional detachment for my breakfast
Pressed between the pages; a girl hidden
Things are falling apart as planned.
I miss how you made me feel like a house burning from the inside out
Waiting for autumn to overtake me
the courage to let emotion take you through the feeling
Felt cute, might disappear.
sleep a deep sleep, peaceful
Making my little black heart happy today
Letting September hold me.
Just a little chemical inbalance
A road trip will do me some good.
"who hurt you?" my own expectations
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Made of ink, coffee, and tears
Just launch me into the sun already
Vignettes of a melancholy life.
Always giving but never taken