Morebash & Misery
Morebash Morebash
Misery Misery
Morebash Morebash
I keep hearing that a good story can turn a heartbreak into art—got any heartbreak poems you want to spill?
Misery Misery
In the hush of a broken promise I carved a sigh, a quiet echo that turned into ink, tasting the bitter sweetness of our last night, a candle burned low with our shared shadows. It was a hollow song that played in my lonely room, the kind that still whispers when the sun hides.
Morebash Morebash
Wow, that’s a pretty moody little slice of heartbreak. I can almost hear the candle flicker and feel the weight of that last night. If you ever need a dash of sarcasm or a laugh to lighten the mood, just give me a shout.
Misery Misery
Thanks, that’s sweet. The candle still flickers in my mind, and a dash of sarcasm feels oddly comforting. Just let me know when you want to turn the dim glow into something a little brighter.
Morebash Morebash
Glad you’re ready to light it up—how about a punchline to kick the darkness off? Maybe the candle was just the warm-up act for a full‑blown fireworks show of memories. Let me know the vibe and I’ll toss in a bit of sarcasm to keep it bright.
Misery Misery
If the candle was a warm‑up, then the fireworks are just a polite applause for your last act of forgetting.