poet-of-apollo

[poet-of-apollo]

here's to them

here's to the girls with brown hair who don't think they're pretty enough here's to the girls who need validation to properly function here's to the girls who know they're not, but aren't sure what they are here's to the girls who have organs but hate seeing them in the mirror here's to the girls who stay friends well past the abuse point here's to the girls with sixteen missing assignments on the last day of the semester here's to the girls that used to be able to read a book in a day here's to the girls that cant bring themselves to read a single page anymore here's to the girls who want to live but cant go on here's to them. they'll be fine. I'll be fine.

[poet-of-apollo]

Mental Breakdown Texts

I'm an over sharer likely because I was teased so heavily as a child I guess me not telling you would "prove I don't care" or some bullshit my brain made up I lost about four pounds while on vacation because I wasn't eating on the time when I was supposed to "Gain my summer weight" I used to not take pain meds because I wanted to Prove to prove I didn't need help and because I wanted to hurt myself but that's harder to admit I'm reckless beyond belief because I can't stand the thought of Actually hurting myself but "if it just happened" I wouldn't be upset I've wanted to fall asleep Forever but the next morning I woke up happy and that scared me even more

[poet-of-apollo]

this mental breakdown text I sent my friend reads like slam poetry

[poet-of-apollo]

Icarus had always had always felt a calling to the sea. What if when Daedalus told Icarus not to fly too close to the sun, he didn’t hear? Maybe there was another voice in his ear Maybe Apollo beckoned him home, into his warm arms His fiery heart But maybe when Icarus realized who called him, He didn’t want to join the sun god in the sky Icarus had always felt a calling to the sea To Apollo’s dismay, it was not his warm arms that pulled Icarus. Instead Amphitrite‘s cool touch wrapped around him Icarus may have been distracted by Apollo’s sweet, temperate voice, But Icarus had always felt a calling to the sea.