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Origami Around
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Misplaced Lens Cap
trying on a metaphor
if i look back, i am lost
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@darknessknowsmebyname
Her eyes hold apologies
for things that were never
her fault.
“Does the dark scare you, my darling,
or does it finally let you be seen
the way daylight never does?”
The birds know where to fly.
The rivers know where to go.
I envy things
that understand
where they belong.
Her eyes hold apologies
for things that were never
her fault.
The birds know where to fly.
The rivers know where to go.
I envy things
that understand
where they belong.
“Does the dark scare you, my darling,
or does it finally let you be seen
the way daylight never does?”
I was loyal
in a generation of temporary people.
We pretend love is beautiful.
But secretly we are all just hoping
someone will see the worst parts of us
and not leave.
I lay a rose
for every thing
that quietly destroyed me.
No one notices
the garden growing inside my chest.
I have watched
kind hearts break
while cruel ones
collect everything they want.
People call that life.
I call it proof
the world is not fair.
What’s meant for you will find you, but that doesn’t mean you control how or when it shows up.
It’s more about trusting that you don’t have to force everything, while still being present enough to recognize it when it does.
I lay a rose
for every thing
that quietly destroyed me.
No one notices
the garden growing inside my chest.
I am so disconnected
from myself
that sometimes
I feel like a ghost
living inside someone else’s body.
Some people
would never understand
this kind of heart.
And I don’t want them to.
We pretend love is beautiful.
But secretly we are all just hoping
someone will see the worst parts of us
and not leave.
I ache for someone to sit in my mind with me,
Who wants to know the very depths of my heart and mind.
Will anyone ever
truly understand me
or will I spend my whole life
translating a heart
no one else speaks?
