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hi i’m heartbroken and extremely dramatic so heres some poetry

(ps i literally NEVER write poetry, this is just an awkward attempt at trying to turn my suffering into something meaningful 🥴)

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my problem is i like to play marriage

accepting the role of both bride and bridegroom

wedded myself to the girl curled up in my bed, as on my shoulder she lay her tired rosey head

check to cheek, her lips reach for my forehead

twice swearing on my tomb

crossing my heart and praying on the full moon

to be loving and holding all that i felt in bloom

until the petals withered to shreds

“babes” i’m so sorry that i misread

as i tend to remember en rose

reality coming in bleeding red

although not a secret to all of myself

partly knowing it would be our last time,

those fleeting touches and tenderness

i could tell they were no longer mine

i wish i could take back all the sweet things i said

that little birdy poisoning my head

who told me you were mine to have and to hold

so further did i tread

latching on, i made myself look moronic

im sure you must mistake me for a fool

and all i have left is these thorns digging in my skin

god it’s just all so fucking cruel

so in my mind i try to divorce

those two parts of me arguing

“was there ever something there? was this just a matter of course?”

but that’s what you get when you play

the outcome will always remain the same

a winner and a loser

my defeat ever so clear i cant help but to wail in dismay

so i’m telling you not to play marriage

because it’s really just a stupid game

but if you don’t heed my advice

well, then it’s okay

because i know i won’t either

i’d rather be engulfed in her fucking flames

#hi i doubt anyone will even read this but if u happen to do so PLEASE DONT JUDGE ME #and yes i know that i sound like an angsty emo ass 8th grader who just got called ugly by a crush of 5 yrs who barely knows their name #i’m just trying this shit out OKAY

2weird2berealized-deactivated20

i want to reach a Stevie Nicks level of etherealness where people are in awe of my existence and there are rumors that i’m a witch or not even human like that’s where i wanna be in life

girlnumbersix

amaskdescribingamask-deactivate

“Trees exchange chemicals with fungus, and send seeds—essentially information packets—with wind, birds, bats, and other visitors for delivery around the world. Simard specializes in the underground relationships of trees. Her research shows that below the earth are vast networks of roots working with fungi to move water, carbon, and nutrients among trees of all species. These complex, symbiotic networks mimic human neural and social networks. They even have mother trees at various centers, managing information flow, and the interconnectedness helps a slew of live things fight disease and survive together.”

rosecrystal

thegoldustrush-deactivated20231

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲, 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐲 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐)

flyandfamousblackgirls

“When people talk about the ‘strength of a black woman’, they ignore the reality that to be strong in the face of oppression is not the same as overcoming oppression, that endurance is not to be confused with transformation.”

— Bell Hooks

firstfullmoon

“Not me,” Michael said, letting a lot of air out of his mouth in a great rush so that he would be brave enough to say what he wanted to say, whether or not it was appropriate, whether or not it was the normal kind of thing you said in abnormal times like these. But perhaps this was his only real advantage, in this moment, over every other person in the IHOP and most of America: nothing normal had ever happened to him, not ever, not in his whole conscious life. And so there was a little part of him that was always prepared for the monstrous, familiar with it, and familiar, too, with its necessary counterbalancing force: love. He reached across the table and took the hands of his two dear friends in his own.

“I don’t want to be in any other moment than this one,” he told them. “Here. With you two. No matter how awful it gets. I want to be with you and with all these people. With everyone on earth. In this moment.”

— Zadie Smith, from “Escape from New York,” published in The New Yorker