honey & cloves

a place for all my terrible notes app poetry

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goin’ through it rn

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vs.

noah kahan - growing sideways // the lumineers - stubborn love

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i wish i could say i’m #2

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vs.

noah kahan - growing sideways // the lumineers - stubborn love

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all my love - noah kahan / horse no rider - josh ritter / right where you left me - taylor swift / supercut - lorde

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bratislava castle, slovakia

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The pallor of ships sinking

Cloudy nights clutch the stars

White knuckled

There's no way to unknow an

Absence, a wanting, loose

Limbs like chainsaw kiss

On bleeding birch—

Once the finches flew

Into these hollows

Now ghosts glide

With charcoal palms

& empty pockets

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you remember those nights like a splinter

trapped under your skin

from running barefoot and wild through the dense wood like a fugitive,

hollering and ducking through thorns

with glee,

tripping

on pine cones and pebbles,

glad to be alive in the grown-up dark.

you remember those nights like wood smoke

soaked into your clothes

from the bonfire where your parents gather,

a top note

in the perfume that is the forest,

all petrichor and falling leaves,

and the laughter from afar soft like the damp ground under your feet.

you remember those nights like melted sugar stuck to your palms,

dizzying,

coating the roof of your mouth,

and smashed between chocolate and cookies,

then crushing your little bodies together,

two to a seat on the swing set,

warmed by a blanket of stars

and a full belly.

you remember those nights like a dream,

like they may not have happened

if it weren’t for the scars

on your knees and the bitter air still biting at your lungs

the next morning.

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“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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me. me when a poem says something ive felt before

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on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”

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bad at love - halsey / the unequal marriage (edited fragment) - vasili pukirev / midnight rain - taylor swift / timoclea - elisabetta sirani

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realized when i started reblogging other people’s posts that my old url might deeply confuse someone.

previously @reallybadpoetry

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