J

25 he/him

[dumbassd3gen]

And still,

Even after two years of nothing,

I still wait by the phone for your call.

I still wait by the door for the sound of your truck.

I wait for you to walk in and take off your boots

So that I might lay on your feet

And keep them warm the way I used to.

[dumbassd3gen]

A play your voicemails on repeat and nothing measures up to the suffering that I experienced while with you.

when I hear your voice there, I almost remember what it was like to first be with you

Before all the trauma

Before all of the tainting

Before…

Before..

Before.

[dumbassd3gen]

Father on my left

Mother on my right

Never once have I ever been able to make a good decision

[dumbassd3gen]

And still,

Even after two years of nothing,

I still wait by the phone for your call.

I still wait by the door for the sound of your truck.

I wait for you to walk in and take off your boots

So that I might lay on your feet

And keep them warm the way I used to.

[dumbassd3gen]

Night swells,

The crickets whisper

They ask:

“Is your heart okay?”

I tell them that I do not know.

Perhaps someone should carve it from my chest.

Turn it over in their hands.

Inspect it,

Closely,

For any damage or flaws.

Tell me what you see

[pizza-990]

"A Letter From Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man" PLEASE READ IT THIS IS MY FIRST FAN COMIC EVER I BEG YOU 😭🙏🙏

I hope you read it all, and enjoyed!! Please share your thoughts about it, this is the first comic i ever made and i'm VERY excited, so your opinions mean A LOT!!! Also, I'm new on using Tumblr, so I'd really appreciate if you could share this in Tumblr terms (if you really enjoyed, of course 😊🙏)

[dumbassd3gen]

Uhhhh I don’t just write poetry I also write gross kinky porn(pos) fanfic… supernatural and jjk for now but hopefully I’ll branch out, give me some time.

If I write original content/oc shit I’ll very likely put it here on tumblr… so if you’re not into any of that I’d save time and unfollow me now!

I just want to say that I work through my trauma and awful fucked up thoughts by writing. It’s a coping mechanism. I hate that I have to justify my personal hobby and therapy but I’d rather cover my bases than leave them bare.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[dumbassd3gen]

When you’re six feet under

And the bugs are eating your heart

All they’ll taste is me.

I hope they choke and rot with you.

[dumbassd3gen]

I still have to remind myself

I did nothing wrong.

Why did you break me

Why am I broken

[dumbassd3gen]

It’s silly

I hate him

More than I hate you

Simply because

You believed he touched me

When only you were allowed

[dumbassd3gen]

365 days

365 days of yearning

Recalibrating

Wondering

Deliberating

Reanalyzing

And still

I don’t understand

Why you did what you did

Six years

Two thousand

One hundred

And ninety days

Why did you do that to me

Why can’t I move on

They’re begging me

Why can’t I move on

[dumbassd3gen]

I think about the way

The poison ran your brain

Into the dust

Until you lost me

I miss you

[dumbassd3gen]

I know I’m strong.

I know I am

Because I don’t

Know anybody

That could drown

Nonstop

For 365 days

And still live

To be dragged out of the water

[dumbassd3gen]

It’s true

I am rotting

From the inside out

Poison of

My own creation

Courses

Through my veins

Borne

Of the cells

That built this body.

[dumbassd3gen]

Yes

Fuck you

I do

And everything

Miss you

You’ve ever

Terribly

Said and done

Despite it all

You stay with me.

[dumbassd3gen]

And how can I dare

Claim to be lonely

When so many

Heartstrings

Bow in the same

Chord as my own

[dumbassd3gen]

There is a hollow ache

In knowing we will never

Stare at old text messages

At the same time

Because we’ve both deleted

That past we shared

[heavensghost]

I’m trying to be less volatile