Mercury
The bliss we miss
Was never intended
But when we reminisce
I hate how it all ended

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Mercury
The bliss we miss
Was never intended
But when we reminisce
I hate how it all ended
Big fan of media that makes you feel like this
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.
being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.
whether or not a piece of writing is monetized has nothing to do with its quality.
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How am I to see the sparks from another
When you still burn in my sky
Turning midnight to midday
The last rays of hope clinging to everything
Where you were the Sun
He was a barely twinkling star
And all I’m searching for is the moon
But I observe gold and brilliance in someone else’s sky.
I envy the light, that is not a lie
Because once upon a time it shone for me
But you dipped below the horizon and have yet to been seen
I’ve adjusted to this new night
Yet in a sky full of twinkling light
The last rays of you stretch to an unobstructed view
false hope in a lilac and lavender hue
Yet another carries the bouquet you handed
One of white roses and lilies, like you only half planned it
She drips in lace, a taffeta nightmare
Yet when around you I still feel something there
Perhaps it is better I found out this way
In front of her where what was on my heart was not mine to say
For if it had been you to tell me that June day
Her trust I would have begged you to betray
But it is your choice whose heart you chose to rest and lay
And my soul is a price I cannot pay.
Yet again I find myself repeating the same,
How am I to see the sparks from another
When you still burn in my sky
Turning midnight to midday
I can’t shine like fireworks over his sad empty town.
His sister is my best friend
I’m the honorary aunt to his niece and nephew
His whole family is ready to let me stay with them whenever I’m around
They all wanted us to be together
And he’s marrying someone else.
Someone else is having his baby.
Someone else gets to be his why.
And I was just enchanted to meet him.
Hold on.
How did this mf get in here?
SECURITY!!!
Threat neutralized. Move along.
Hold on.
How did this mf get in here?
SECURITY!!!
That’s rough. Everyone was rooting for you buddy. Too bad they don’t realize you showed so little interest you managed to make me self conscious. I gave you more chances than anyone else has ever gotten. Hell I wasn’t even the one who shut the door.
I have a very clear vision
Of the love I deserve
Moments so charged with emotion
Hearts with no reserve
My grandfather helping my grandmother put on her coat
My parents dancing in the living room
My best friends helping each other on and off a boat
Snatches of love woven together on a loom
Each thread a glittering piece of hope
The fate’s tapestry does slowly unfold
To this vision I cling like a rope
Hoping my story won’t remain untold
Hearts with no reserve
Moments so charged with emotion
Of the love I deserve
I have a very clear vision
“When a relationship is birthed out of convenience or proximity or chemistry alone, it is bound to fail. We need more than a person’s physical presence to maintain a meaningful connection, but we routinely keep people around because… well, simply because they’re already around.”
— The Minimalists, Everything That Remains
I have this feeling of unfinished business
Clawing in my chest as my only witness
It fills my ears with cotton and screams into my mind
Reminds me of all the things I can’t find
She settled only when you said my name
That demon living in my heart without tame
But when you left without so much as a parting phrase
The scratching and screaming began its ways
Now that demon controls my throat
Choking words from my lungs building a moat
I can no longer say what I want to do
Because all I wanted was to go with you
This scrambling beast consumes my nights
Ceilings and silence my only fights
Surprised I am at such a loss of sleep
Yet through my mind you crawl and creep
Alone in my bed is nothing new
Even if there is someone else beside you
Pain = 🍞
Assigned Celiac at predictive text
Got to experience something new in a bad way yesterday.
What a wonderful time for my therapist to be on vacation.