Stary Rose Garden

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[midnightrosepetals]

Idk when or if I will be back here

System has changed

I have changed

Still learning who I am

I'll post either very little or not at all

I haven't been adding to my queue in like 2 months either

Currently I am not okay but I am taking some time to grow and adjust

If you are here for horny posting you will probably like my headmate's blog @rosie-bubbles-dolly

Old pinned post can be found here

[dollieheartt]

[morutel0vrr]

Please talk to me. Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me. I'm important to you, aren't I? Please tell me I am. Please, please, please. I just want to mean something to you!

[alovesopureitsviolent]

god I'm so stupid and not worth it

I have to stop having problems Everytime we talk.

You're getting bored of me and tired of me I can tell I can't do this anymore

I want reassurance but I know ur tired of giving me that I'm sorry

I'm sorry I'm not enough

I'm sorry

I want to leave you before you leave me it'll hurt less

I don't want us to part

I'm so tired

[onecells]

[singing-pterodactyl]

“Black Sheep/ Sacrificial Lamb”

I really liked writing my other contrapuntal poem, so I wrote another one. This one is based off of a previous poem I wrote if you want to check it out too! Link for it below the info about this poem.

Side One:

Waiting for his hands, grasped together like a rope around my neck.

Still clinging to something more than holiness, no matter the chance of having it.

If you need me to, I’ll figure out my own way.

I know I will be innocent, even if I am doomed to stick out my neck;

To stick up for myself— alone— while I am watched like a spectacle, like an oddity born with two heads. I wasn’t, but I’ll be treated just the same.

Black sheep don’t get rewarded.

Side Two:

The butcher’s knife— covered in my blood like a prayer hanging in the air— whispered words of belief in this tragic display.

I’m exhausted by the hypocrisy of martyrdom performed in front of an audience.

I’ll fetch the cleaver to deliver my fate.

Spared just the once, because I am nothing more than one of many to stick out my neck.

To be forced to. Alone— while I am watched like an animal, like a lamb raised only for slaughter.

White wool stained red, eyes that could make you cry.

But does the shepherd?

Both sides read in combination:

Waiting for the butcher’s knife—

His hands, covered in my blood, grasped together like a prayer.

Like a rope around my neck hanging in the air.

Still clinging to whispered words of belief in something more than this tragic display.

Holiness. I’m exhausted by,

No matter the hypocrisy of martyrdom, the chance of having it performed in front of an audience.

If you need me to, I’ll fetch the cleaver. I’ll figure out my own way to deliver my fate.

I know I will be spared just the once, because I am innocent even if I am nothing more than doomed.

One of many to stick out my neck— to be forced to.

Alone,

while I am watched like a spectacle. Like an oddity, like an animal born with two heads.

Like a lamb, I wasn’t raised only for slaughter.

But I’ll be treated just the same.

White wool stained red, black eyes that could make you cry.

Sheep don’t get rewarded, but does the shepherd?

Blah

“Cloven”

[morutel0vrr]

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

What am I supposed to do without you? You're barely here anymore. I wish I could curl into your lap like a cat and have you pet my head. I wish I could be with you.

[morutel0vrr]

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

What am I supposed to do without you? You're barely here anymore. I wish I could curl into your lap like a cat and have you pet my head. I wish I could be with you.

[morutel0vrr]

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

What am I supposed to do without you? You're barely here anymore. I wish I could curl into your lap like a cat and have you pet my head. I wish I could be with you.

[morutel0vrr]

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

What am I supposed to do without you? You're barely here anymore. I wish I could curl into your lap like a cat and have you pet my head. I wish I could be with you.

[werewolveswithdiaries]

[werewolveswithdiaries]

[leafsea]

but they won't // 12.16.2023

[traumatizedd-bunnyangel]

[werewolveswithdiaries]

[wristcutter-s]

why should I stay here?

everybody leaves

if they get the chance

[ru1nedch1ld]