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@ifmuomwn
I don’t know where he is, except I do
He’s in a police report
In healed bruises, in Thursday’s dissasiations
In a sore heart
He’s in that time I wish I could go back to,
the friends I don’t have anymore
in the nostalgia and dread, in the morning nightmares and in the smell of clean sheets
he’s is my diagnosis and my Sunday ceremonies
I don’t know where he is and he won’t leave
Love is when he puts a gun against your bottom-lip and says "suck". It's break-ins when you say you're sleeping, a sprained wrist & the marks you didn't know you had. It's when he buries that first man who ever choked you with his spit & wants to "make love" to you you on top. It's age-gaps so wide you'll never fit inside so he draws you a new one. It's Sunday mornings, waking up in the same room, fake-windows, goodbye-fucks & "I'll take you out soon". It's feeling his hands when he's gone, thinking no one else will ever touch you. Organ tunes men and mothers walking into lakes. It's not about what you won't do, or who; it's wearing his hands like a necklace & pretending you're as soft as he likes them to be. It's excusable self-harm & throwing yourself into destruction. It's a delusional cult-leader, a best friend´s daddy. You've been good so you have to be touched hard, held down, white-hot halo. "Every girl need houses to burn, but I am a house that will burn you inside"
“If you were God I get why there are angels on earth rattling cages, forgotten birthdays eyes like Christmas if I was an angel, I would be in car accidents, massacres, sirens, your hands Don’t seek shelter in people who aren’t whole”
It´s not about love It´s about leaving proof; on the bedsheets & your neck, bruising truths into hips (& a sore heart). It´s about saying: "look what you let me do to you"
where are you?:(
life is hard & feelings are hard so I haven´t written anything close to decent in months. (for those of you who are sending me messages and those who are waiting for replies; I get easily overwhelmed. I´m sorry for taking ages, know that I really, really appreciate it, though!) <3
Some girls are too soft for any hands- they’re so transparent you can see every dark hole & their reflection some girls crawl on floors & belong to no one, they’re dying starts, born into something else Some girls don’t exist, they’re the storm that rages through your city, or your heart, impossible to catch or forget
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Чтобы не потерять переводы, я буду печатать их ещё и здесь: https://ficbook.net/readfic/5787451
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I was born with a fever, & some days I think it burned away the girl in my mother’s womb I don’t know where she went, but I know that I’m not supposed to be here
Some girls are too soft for any hands- they’re so transparent you can see every dark hole & their reflection some girls crawl on floors & belong to no one, they’re dying starts, born into something else Some girls don’t exist, they’re the storm that rages through your city, or your heart, impossible to catch or forget
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Some angels leaves parts of their souls at airports - Others in the hands of those who touch them
Girlhood, wouldit be longer if you never happened, like i´m not used to staying in beds - I´m too far off somewhere swallowing down trauma or finding new ones, crawling into every bad thing that´s shiny & habits are not made for breaking, but I think I am Did you know I´ve never been asleep in your bed? Did you know I´ve spent hours looking under the bed for sounds coming from the closet? I´ve got all your secrets, & along comes your heart.
love is when someone holds a gun against your bottom lip & says suck its a delusional cult leader best friend daddy & the marks you didn’t know you had it’s early mornings waking up in the same room, fake windows goodbye fucks & I’ll take you out soon’s its when he buries the first man who ever choked you with his spit & wants 2 make love 2 you on top its autumn-killings dry air hard grounds it’s age-gaps so wide you’ll never fit inside so he draws you a new one, feeling like tearing fabric its fucked up but what isn’t?
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