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januaryinoctober-deactivated202

The Number Three

We were born at midnight

Sitting side by side on the curb

Watching the dizzying lights of the freeway

Slice through the darkness

And bracing ourselves

For the inevitable crash

Perhaps it was that unspoken terror

That forced our hands together

After all there is nothing more intimate

Than seeing your darkest fears

Reflected in another persons eyes

Even when their fingernails are growing dirty

From your blood

At the end of everything

Anything can feel like love

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Nightmares

There were rainbow colored days

Before the end of everything

I remember them in whispers

Whenever I close my eyes

But his voice never fails to tone them out again

I’m still paying the price for my betrayal

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Ecstasy

I only feel like myself

When my life is flashing in your eyes

Along with all the colors

That you taught me to despise

Sure I’ve grown addicted

To this sugar coated roulette

But you can only say “I love you”

With cruel lies and empty threats

Safety is forgiveness

That my reflection hasn’t earned

I won’t kiss her bloody lips

Until the things you stole have burned

You know I never could resist

Walking right into a trap

And I know deep down you’re hoping

That you’ll get to see me snap

Sickness is magnetic

It holds us bound back to back

Like two sides of a single coin

Preparing to attack

So make your move darling

Strike while I still see the light

But the moment I stop wanting you

I know that I will win the fight

Maybe that’s what gets me high

in-a-state-of-mine

I pushed you out my door with tears streaming down my face, your kisses still lingering on my neck and arms, and i sat on the floor, back against the door, to keep you out. I could feel you banging on the other side, your tears flowing through the crack of the door. I wiped them up but I didn’t fall for it. I locked the door and went to the mirror. I couldn’t believe what i saw; My tears soaked into my skin and i saw a beautiful glow surrounding my skin. Your muffled screams and begs turned to white noise as i touched the face in the mirror. She was beautiful and angelic. She gave me a smile and i knew she was trying to tell me something but i didnt know what, i just trusted her.

You bruised my neck when you put me in your leash and collar but i can still breathe and i will heal. But my mind still confuses my necklace for a collar sometimes and i still tuck my tail between my legs when your voice breaks through the white noise that you became that night.

brokemyown-heart-blog

Miss the toxic

It’s been over a year and I miss you,

I miss your voice telling me I wasn’t enough,

I miss your touch when I didn’t want it,

I miss your “love” when I wasn’t allowed to talk to anybody else,

I miss going on dates and then being ignored or ditched,

I miss your hugs even though I knew a storm was coming after,

I miss trying to get better and then you saying I have no hope,

I miss our time together but my favourite part was the end.

-K

dissonants

“She thought to love was to suffer, and to sin was to be loved. She let her bones snap, her lungs collapse, and her heart break. She grew to enjoy the feeling of charred handprints on her flesh, the fingers that moved with purpose over soft skin. Mouth full of blood, head full of hurt, heart full of what she thought was love.”

— He can ruin himself, but don’t let him ruin you too.

marisadonnelly

Sweet girl, you are more than a woman. You are legs, voices, attitudes of those who came before you and of the babies you will one day bear. You are grandmother’s smile and aunty’s homemade dumpling soup. You are the pearls in the jewelry box and the gym shoes by the door. You are a mind that stubborn and a laugh that’s contagious, your mother’s calloused hands and the shyness of your sister. You are the complexions and statures the smooth the round the skinny the lanky. You are every color, a piece of each woman you’ve ever known or spoken to or been inspired by or loved. You carry each of them with you. You are them all. You are the voice that speaks, the ear that listens. Men will call and cat-call and whistle and wait. You can open your mind or your legs and especially our own doors. If you want to. You are hands that file papers, that drive cars, that deliver babies, that put food on the table. You are strong and big and too strong and too much and sexy and beautiful and gentle and wild. You are like flowers, like fruit, like drugs, like dreams. Seductive. Terrifying. You are lines of poetry, words not yet spoken, histories and stories and recipes written on crinkled paper. You are breasts, eyes, fingers, toes, mouths. You are more than just a woman. You are a world.

Marisa Donnelly (via marisadonnelly)

coffeeandpoetrydarling

We call the sun Apollo, he. We paint the moon a woman who waits patiently for her turn to rise, she. I don’t understand. The sun gives life and there is nothing more synonymous to that than a woman.

n.g // in honor of the women’s march Jan 20th (via coffeeandpoetrydarling)

sweet-unicornxx

“You are more important than what you look like. You are not an object, you are a PERSON who deserves to be healthy, happy and loved.”

Demi Lovato (via sweet-unicornxx)

homiesexualrainbro

My body is a temple and I am the god it was built for.

Savannah Brown (hi, I’m a slut - A Slam Poem)

wordsbyxo

I’ve loved girls, I’ve loved boys. I’ve loved people for so many different reasons. I loved them for their souls. For their minds. For their hearts. For their kindness. But not for their gender. Not for their sex. I fall in love with people. I fall in love with souls. Am I bi? Am I pan? Maybe I’m both. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe all that matters is to be free to love. As bisexual. As pansexual. As just another person, Loving another person. Whether they are a girl or a boy, Or neither, Who the fuck cares? Just love and be loved. And be happy. That’s all that matters.

Xo (instagram 💞)