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cruel how loving someone rewires you permanently.
loving someone will indefinitely alter your brain chemistry
I was left alone in desert heat
buzzards circling above
every one of my dreams deferred
and they’ve got my heart as the main course
scavenger, Under An Equinox Sky
there was lightning in my bedroom
claps of thunder in my veins
wondering how people get along
as I sit idle with my pain
I could taste the frost before the storm
hear all the whispers that would follow
an icicle impaled into my heart
reminders of things that left me hollow
there was sunlight in his smile
a sweet invitation in his eyes
the grief I’ve failed to reconcile
running from guilt for quite some time
my brooding was quite messy
though i’m sure you’ve been there, too
a cyclone that keeps accelerating
my pretty disaster with a view
weathering the emotional stormfront, Under An Equinox Sky
Dandelion seeds &
broken eyelashes
are no longer sufficient enough
for my dreams to come to
fruition
-LA Holt
I want someone who can see and make room for all the dark parts of me too, not just the parts that feel easy and sweet. My irritability, dark thoughts, my intensity, and not flinch or try to 'fix' me.
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne, featured in The Selected Letters of John Keats
Franz Kafka, 1912
Margaret Atwood, from a journal entry featured in Early Essays & Journals
Being sensitive is a strength—it means you feel deeply. But unkindness? That’s a choice, and a sad one.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Konstantin Rodzevich, featured in Letters to the Amazon