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@mykaxxvii
"I'm glad I'm not in love with you.
I think it's devastating to see the person you love grow old."
— Myka
Oh, to be a cat basking in the winter sun;
I'm dramatic. I'm a flower, and your love is water to me. And I need frequent, constant reminders that you still remember me and that you still want me. I need water... too much of it.
– Myka
I rot as the promised day approaches.
– Myka
You stand in front of me with that face and that mind of yours, and you say that you have nothing! But all I see is a human who has not everything but most of it. How could you insult my love?
– Myka
Love is divine. Love is holy. Love is you.
– Myka
Save her...
Use-and-throw... To you, was I just...?
Take me back to the time when you were alive...
It hurts...
I couldn't become your Orpheus.
Grateful
by Leonard Cohen
The huge mauve jacaranda tree down the street on South Tremaine in full bloom two stories high It made me so happy And then the first cherries of the season at the Palisades Farmers Market Sunday morning “What a blessing!” I exclaimed to Anjani And then the samples on waxed paper of the banana cream cake and the coconut cream cake I am not a lover of pastry but I recognised the genius of the baker and touched my hat to her A slight chill in the air seemed to polish the sunlight and confer the status of beauty to every object I beheld Faces bosoms fruits pickles green eggs newborn babies in clever expensive harnesses I am so grateful to my new anti-depressant
I wanted to run away. Far away from the humans. You're a human too.
– Myka
My love is grief. Because grief is all I know. My bones are grief and despair — my flesh.
– Myka
The ugliness of my soul scares even the bravest of warriors.
– Myka