#clementinevonradics

[journalingjane]

Journal Entry: February 8th 2022

[thoughttriangle]

13 April 2020

You have 6 tattoos.

Full lips. Good, strong hands.

You have 7 freckles on your back,

they map out the big dipper.

You have a scar on your left arm

you carved in high school.

The first time you pulled off your t shirt

I traced the line with my fingers and fell in love

with your strength.

You are a hero

for living from that moment

to this one. You never need to apologize

for how you chose to survive

Your body is a map I know every inch of

and if anyone else

were to kiss me, all they would taste

is your name.

S

[clementinevonradics]

Hey old friends, As you can probably tell, I've pretty much left tumblr as a platform. But! I have a new book out, a lot of shows coming up, and I'm starting a kind of first drafts/line drawing notebook project I'm I'm really excited about. If you'd like to follow my work, click through to follow me on instagram! See you over there. All my love, C

[greywillow3]

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“My battered heart will always be where the ocean meets the sand, I will break over and over Every day. That is the best and worst part of me.” #clementinevonradics #poetry #words #healing #ocean (at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina)

[boundlessbounty95]

It’s 11 a.m. and I’m sitting in a restaurant     3 beers in. Believe me, even I’m surprised     I’m still alive sometimes. I have been     drinking about you for 2 days. Lately     you remind me of a wild thing, chewing     through its foot. But you are already free     and I don’t know what to do     except trace the rough line of your jaw     and try not to place blame. Here is the truth:     It is hard to be in love with someone     who is in love with someone else.     I don’t know how to turn that into poetry

Clementine von Radics - 3 Beers in

[death-by-sexiness]

Omg she is amazing. She fucking gets it. @clementinevonradics I need need all her books. #clementinevonradics #poetry #realness #hitshardaf

[clementinevonradicspoems]

It is a sin that I am not an ocean. If I were, every time my fingers grazed your body I would become foam. I would pull away as I reached out and it would only be called nature. Instead I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone” forgive me, all you have to do is frown and I become a suitcase. Forgive me, I practice my own death. Forgive me, I slip my body around another boy’s body. Forgive me, I gift him your name. Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck. Forgive me, I leave first and call that a choice.

James, Clementine von Radics

[journalingjane]

Journal Entry: February 8th 2022