This is a collection of poems which I wrote when I listened to songs that made me miss imaginary people I dated in my head.

Then I killed them.
I killed my imagination.

I hope you enjoy the paintings I drew with their blood.

The lines and drawings condensed into (in)comprehensible words.

I hope I could dip my brush in your colours.

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Okay, I have a different book for mature poems because I don't wanna be the one who breaks the news to the kids that adulting sucks big time. If you're a kid, please read "It's not all butterflies and roses". I teach you how to kill people in the PG-13 language.

Cover by the amazing newsies- Please go check her work out!