Status Updates From The Surrender Theory

"I leave the portrait out to dry once I can no longer bear to handle it and don't bother to sign my name.
Everything I have ever created is a love letter to my identity".

"The red room still sounds like the stories I told thinking they would make me seem cool, like a girl that could learn how to give a kiss (...) I think part of me will always be in the red room, because the red room is where I realized that I was a person worthy of love. And now the red room is the red room, and I am loved but not by you. And that is what I want".

I enjoy the metaphors scattered throughout; however, this set of poems feels unoriginal and cliche. Maybe I just don't enjoy poems about grief.

“I’d rather be forgetful than know exactly what I’ve lost.”

dude

as suggested by miss daryl my labs