I try to see signs of happiness on my body, but I have no scars to show for it. Pain has it easy.

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I try to see signs of happiness on my body, but I have no scars to show for it. Pain has it easy.
It looks you in the eyes and smiles. This body is lifeless. You don't notice. You smile back.
You're still here
Maybe you still talk about it like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe you laugh when you tell the story. Maybe you change the details each time, depending on who’s listening. Maybe you say “it was weird” instead of “it was wrong.”
Sometimes, survival looks like contradiction. Like forgetting on purpose. Like trying on different words until one of them feels safe enough to hold.
You don’t owe anyone a neat version of what happened. It was messy. You’re still here. That’s the truth.
Koexistenz
Die Sonne scheint, es ist warm
Alle sind einbisschen glücklicher
Aber nicht automatisch weniger traurig
Der Mond ist da, es ist kalt
Ich bin alleine, aber das ist okay
Nichts ist für immer
It feels like the ocean should be bluer, the grass should be greener and there should be less clouds in the sky, but all I see is gray.
I put all the love I had into you and the hate it caused stayed with me. Without you that's all there is. It seems almost logical, but I think it makes me sick.
Franny Choi, from "I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame"
(You’ve chosen to not remember this part.)
Maya C. Popa, “Not the Wound, but What the Wound Implies”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder
Auf Dauer ist schwimmen auch nur ertrinken
They could gift me random things in my favourite colour and I'd be happy already, but I guess to most I'm just gray and not green.
Jorie Graham, from “I’m Reading Your Mind“
And if humanity must end, I hope it comes back better.
In another universe they're living the dream, because they are not me.
Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems