#m444rtyrcomplexpoetry

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“ hello action cat “

do you miss me?

cause i miss you.

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epilogue in ode to

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persephonic violins

guide your wrist to get it just right 

in between dim lights and shaking knees

fortune smiles on borrowed time

suffocating angels can only dream

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"i'm sorry it took me so long"

we can sit together and talk about the things that ended us in retrospect. we can approach  each other in this state with words we once wished to hear. hearing about how hard it was for you still makes me feel guilty. but it was hard for me too. unlearning codependency doesn't just happen, you have to keep at it and break down over and over until you reach a point where the grief is somewhat manageable now. 

letting you go was my last love letter

if it's any consolation, we're both doing (a lot) better

so i guess i made the right decision

but apparently, doing the right thing doesn't exempt you from the grief that comes with it.

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art compilation post!!

some were made last year and others this year but some were started last year and finished this year xx

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something to believe in when it gets dark

the path is treacherous

but i was forged in chaos.

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i don’t take hints

i take shots to the back of my throat

bury me under the fallen flowers

shaken by december wind

loneliness never tasted this cold

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shock me

i'm making eyes at future saints

knowing they'll die tomorrow

it's the thrill of knowing their last breath

the tease of pre-meditated sorrow

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i know the sound of your harp (because i heard it in my dream once)

my sorrows burst forth through the in-betweens of torn seams in my body

is this vessel enough for you or must i bleed a thousand more times to prove these palms worthy of your touch

will the hand of god grace my impure flesh in the face of famine and genocide

my breathing obstructed by the lies fed to me as my only source of nourishment

my heart slows down in the presence of rays beaming through your eyes of gold and white

wash over me and all the vagaries brought by original sin

when your lips commit landfall and crash against the surface of my skin

there will be nothing left of my blasphemy for you to cleanse with your flagrant tongue

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come, let us dream of impossible things

sit by me

our knees will touch (and neither of us will pull away)

let me grip at the fibers of your vintage levi's again

half-drunk and half-meant.

unsubtle and doused in heavenly

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entertainmyfaith / though worlds separate us

please love me

please look at me (softly) (occasionally with lust)

please sit next to me at the movies

please look inside me

please look over me

please look after me 

please look for me

please don't leave me

before i leave you

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posterboysandtenderhearts

i could be a lighthouse, but never a compass