bee-hold

your mom

[twinkincel]

im a snail and god is salting me

[slothsocks]

I think about this post every time the lights at work are too bright and hurt my eyes

[damianurl]

prayin for everyone’s clits ik that shit probably raw now 

[spiritofthemeadow]

rose garden xiii

ig

[bee-hold-blog]

my heart used to be a forest fire

raging, endless, it had intention. 

only now, it’s dwindled.

its smoldering. 

but fear not, fires can smolder for days, dormant. 

one day my fire will destroy everything in its path. 

it will cause an uproar it’ll be loud and disruptive

it will not go unnoticed.

i will not go unnoticed.

[bee-hold-blog]

when i cook myself dinner i still make enough for two.

just in case

i don’t include onion in my recipes.

just in case

i make sure when i buy candy that i find the king size.

just in case

i only sleep on one side of the bed.

just in case

i’ve left a spot in my heart, vacant and empty.

just in case

[bee-hold-blog]

there are days when the sun rises effortlessly and its rays shed slivers of warmth on my miles of skin.

other days there is no sun to greet me, only storms of cold and violent wind.

have i forgotten the sun’s tenderness or has the sun forgotten about me? 

[chameleon-g-deactivated20210204]

I wish I knew how to write down the constellations in your eyes or how to paint the color of your hair when it hits the sunlight. I wish I knew how to sing the song of your laugh or the baritone of your broken heart.

But alas, darling, I only know how to write poems about the constellations in the sky, so instead I will write about how I see the brightness of your eyes when I look up at the twinkling lights.

I only know how to make single strokes in paint so instead, I’ll paint the strands of your hair across the canvas, straight from end to end, and hope it turns to a sunrise in shades of yellow, brown, and a tinge of red.

I only know how to sing with the original playing in the back, so if I will sing for you, darling, I will sing if only to hear you laugh; and though I can’t sing without accompaniment, I know enough to sing a complement, the melody to your harmony - while your heart breaks in baritone, my love sings in a high soprano.

I wish I could write down all you are || calg