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Lis' poetry

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[ithrowmyviolets]

– Virginia Woolf, letter to Vita Sackville-West (March 1928)

– Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song (1953)

[breakfasteater]

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[nescitus]

The golden question is Do you love me or are you just being nice?

To W.

[nescitus]

The one I love has hands so big that my own will be forever hidden between his fingers.

The one I love

[thegoodvybe]

[nescitus]

We spend the day together. I’m ashamed of myself till the moment I enter through the door. You message me saying how much you enjoyed the day.

Notes to W.

[nescitus]

I was unalive I wasn't a life. The blood runing through my veins. The air filling my Tired lungs. Who is the person beneath My skin?

Fragments to myself

[nescitus]

I fell out of my window During a storm Of fear and blood The way my bones cracked When they clashed Against the rocks I’m full of the summer And the sound Of my own breath.

[nescitus]

My dreams are dark nights rainy days and shattered hearts. Your face beneath the fog your low voice at the bottom of my mind.

To W — Fragments I wont send

[nescitus]

Sometimes I cannot remember how the sensation of fresh air in my lungs feels like. You smile and I wish we could we could just lay in bed all day long. I wish the dim light entering through the window would light your soul and your curly hair messy and soft I want to run my fingers through your heart.

Fragments to W