Zuko & Iroh
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Zuko & Iroh
Who are you when you're not performing?
Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084
𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
All my tattoos stories have a meaning of healing.
there’s a creature in my chest and at all times she’s banging a drum and shouting “GUILT! GUILT! WE LIVE AND DIE WITH GUILT!”
Affirmations.
Mistakes were made
Prices were paid
Are you happy now?
Internal bliss
Of ignorance
All comes crashing down.
Myself is split
Tried to hide it
Now I have been seen
His heart is broke
My emotions choke
As I’ve done the obscene.
ONE TRUE SELF
part of me
always tends to be
one foot out.
is that for reason-
or is that for doubt?
when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”
and ashbery said “accept yourself as numerous”
and when mahmoud darwish said “I am besieged by contradiction” and when lewis carroll said “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then”
I had so much love to give
I loved enough for the both of us-
Enough for you
To not love me too.
I miss you more than I remember you.
And in my purest moments
Of authentic experience,
He tells me;
My happiness
Is "too much."
My joy
Is "overwhelming."
My excitement
Is "annoying."
That as his partner,
To see me light up with life
And whirl around to meet his eyes
Frustrates him
As he tries to calm the bliss
And quiet my lips
From curling to a smile.