i don't think anyone has ever been proud to love me
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@arialeicester
i don't think anyone has ever been proud to love me
you text me to tell me
that he is unwell.
the one i raised, then had to leave.
i call you to tell you
that i am afraid.
crying outside on my knees.
you say, "it's out of the blue
he was fine, just quiet.
just like you."
i think, "have i done this?
cursed a child to suffer
as i did?"
i pray, things are different.
in my heart i'm aware
that it won't be.
i just worry, he'll succeed
where i failed
with pills, with rope, with trains, when he bleeds.
a.l. // im sorry i left to live and left you to die, FUCK
darling. darling,
i love you
is that okay?
"I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I say as the thing inside of me eats me alive.
It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
abandoned
i feel abandoned, too
there is something to be said for the fear we feel
when laying our souls bare.
when listening to our hearts,
not our minds,
not our guts.
does she know what is right for us
or is she guessing?
unsure of our needs,
only desires,
only yearning.
and, i suppose, the test is in who you choose.
a mind who follows logic,
a gut who follows instinct,
a heart who follows love.
a soul who knows pain.
who gives the clearest warning?
a.l.//it's an odd age, this.
eighteen.
some time ago, now.
do i enjoy the sounds of the city?
sirens, shouting, serial clusters
or are they replacements
for the nature i covet?
songbirds, sonnets, streams of clear water
is it the chaos i crave
to overshadow my mind,
or the silence i seek
to calm my distress?
i lay unsure
of where i belong
i stand uncertain
of where i wish to be
i think, still,
that it is my body
i must find a home in.
-a.l.//i will miss this place, but it's time to leave.
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a shake in the night,
from your leg or mine?
intertwined,
minds and limbs and anxieties alike.
a kiss follows four,
so gentle and bright.
introduced,
breaths and dreams, futures we will share in snow.
a trail i create,
from your ear to chest.
infinite,
your love carries me to joy, and to peace.
a.l.//dlc
to what extent am I expected to weather the storm of your undoing?
to bear the burden of your breaking,
your self-flagellation,
your loss of self:
of love, of reason, of will.
I suppose for as long as I deserve to.
for as long as the sight of me brings pain.
for as long as you have to explain my absence.
for as long as the guilt from hurting you decides to linger.
I am sorry for the shatter,
but I could no more bear to linger.
-a.l.//for el, on what would've been our anniversary
a memory of the past
When I go home,
I know how the sun will appear on the walls at daybreak;
I know when to keep quiet,
when to beg for forgiveness,
and when to put towels by the crack of the door
so my neighbours are only submitted to a muffled version of the emotional beatings you give me.
-a.l.//please leave me alone, it's been too many years
I would starve so you could eat
Two birds,
one stone.
-a.l.//dlc
It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Oh okay
Guess my creativity peaked about 9 years ago then
“please do not fall in love with me. i see your eyes etched into mine and the curve of your lips wishing to form the words. i told you, dear, do not fall in love with me and i think you are now afraid to say it. but i have good reason: my mind does not work well, and my gaze often drifts. my lungs are black, and my body is sick. i don’t even sleep right, and the nights are amiss. but, i see you, and i think “by god, do i feel it too?” please do not fall in love with me, because i can’t break you, not you, oh god, anyone but you.”
— a.l. // i’m drunk and i dont want you to love me because darling i will wreck your pure, perfect soul.
8 years on and i warned you i fucking warned you.
"4/10/14
I don't know
But it doesn't matter anymore"
- the final words of a friend long gone.
what do i know?
about happiness, about longevity.
i don't even know where i'm from.
I wonder as I sit here,
shaking legs, shivering hands,
what it was that was said.
I do not believe it matters,
not at all,
but I believe it will hurt me.
Which, in turn,
makes me wonder,
why i am so desperate to know
why i wish for my brain to bleed and eyes to drain
why i am so fucking curious
as to what was said.
So,
come on now,
out with it?
-a.l.//fuck, im just curious