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in another universe i’m dead, in another universe i killed myself that night. in another universe i never made it to sixteen and in another universe i died in pain. i can only hope that maybe i made the right choice to not be in that universe.

inanotherunivrse

In another universe, existing doesn't hurt this much

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹…

inanotherunivrse

In another universe I don’t need to be strong anymore. In another universe I don’t need to keep desperately holding on. In another universe time moved as it should and everything is right.

inanotherunivrse

in another universe the shine of that blade against my arm wouldn’t be so beautiful it makes me forget the rotting inside of me

Fallen Princess

They called her delicate once-

silk-laced, glass-hearted,

meant to be held.

But crowns grew heavy

when no one lifted them for her.

So she traded lace for armor,

soft palms for calloused hands,

and learned how to stand

where a prince should have stood.

Not because she wanted to-

because no one else did.

Her wishes were answered

with thunder instead of shelter.

Needs translated into accusations,

kindness turned into evidence

used against her

on the worst of days.

Love was measured in receipts,

in boxes and bags and numbers,

while her heart stood barefoot

begging for quiet reassurance-

a place to rest

without defending itself.

He tilted her mind

like a crooked mirror,

until she questioned

her own reflection.

Madness whispered her name

so often

she almost answered to it.

It stopped being

Will he change for me?

and became

How long until sleep feels permanent?

So the princess fled the castle

she built with her own hands.

She carried the broken pieces-

stitched them into a cloak

and walked forward

without looking like she was bleeding.

All but one shard

remained behind.

He calls her new steps hollow,

says her I love yous

sound rehearsed now,

as if healing were betrayal.

But her love was never empty.

Just exhausted.

She reaches for healthier light

with trembling fingers,

yet sometimes turns her head-

eyes wet,

searching the horizon

for the ghost of a future

she once believed in.

She will always love

the boy who broke her kingdom.

Always glance backward

before taking another step forward.

Until one quiet morning

when the crown feels lighter,

and she finally believes

she deserved a gentler throne

all along.

leech-mother

⋆☕︎ ˖⋆˚࿔⋆˙⟡

the-night-flovver

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

peacozy

memento-meliora

sometimes i really just wish that people could crawl inside of my head so that way they could understand how and why i feel things so deeply, and how just how big small things feel to me.