#back in a queue

[dr-liara-tsoni]

Snapchat selfies... because why not?

[dr-liara-tsoni]

i fucked up and relied on something familiar i am lost and hate all i am the burn is a warm sort of pain the sting is a comfort with every movement metallic sweetness assaulting my nose shaking hands and crooked lines the urge renewed infinitely before it can go the gentle whispers turning violent in my mind i'm wasting away i'm not okay

[dr-liara-tsoni]

I really want to follow people who post about Kate Marsh quite a bit (and Marshfield too please).

[dr-liara-tsoni]

I will be writing poems and posting them to try and cope a little more healthily. If anyone wants to blacklist these posts (mostly for you L) I will be tagging them as “trying to write again.” Here is my first one:

I used to write poems like I can draw circles, quick and easy and in one sitting. I used to be able to express things in writing better than I can walk, gracefully weaving stories with feelings. I used to be able to show you the magic that exists in the world by painting a picture with simple words. I used to be able to tell you of journeys my heart took in my sleep soaring on the wings of our love that took form as wondrous birds. You used to smile at the thought of my face, the sound of my name, the warmth of my presence. We used to laugh and love with abandon, drinking in each others' essence. We used to come together as one in more ways than someone can count and fill the air with a love that no being could doubt.

But I broke that bond and made you turn away. I brought another loss to the world that only adds to its pain. You once told me you would always be waiting if I ever wanted to try us again. Now it is me who shall wait if you should ever decide we are destined to be more than friends.