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Inviting all crosshipers to my super awesome "DeathPoetry" [Mac x Mandy] agenda‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
You are your damnation
Where does all the love you keep giving others come from? Where the hell does it come from? Who ever loved you enough to pour that much love into you? Who ever cared for you enough to let you do that for others? Who, ever? Who, ever?
Doesn't it drain you to pour from an empty urn as if it's magical, like it doesn't need refilling? Aren't there times when you try to pour and find out there's no more love left to give?
What are you, my dear? Where do you bring all that love from? How do you give out so much? It leaves you empty and you still don't wanna stop.
A self saboteur or a lover? Aren't they both the same thing?
—𝓓
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Deafened ears Silent eyes Rippled waters— Reflecting murky skies
What remained Laid in sullened tune —With calla lilies In godless demise
My organs wrung Then clotheslined— Like some common rag
Discarded lungs— Airbags for the worms And my once sharp tongue Sits ’tween teeth Delicately dead
This damp cavern Punctured by A singular watery tree The branches splay Beams of light Where I lay— Skin haloed in mossy wreaths
If tomorrow I’ll be gone Would you forget the good Things we’ve done? If tomorrow I’ll be gone Would you still remember me Like we were twenty-one? If tomorrow I’ll be gone Do not mourn for I’m In peace at once. I wouldn’t want to see Your crying face For that time I’ll be At a lovely place With our memories in my heart, Carved like a master Piece of art.
|𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒔| You know I'm grateful for all that you gave me, all that I didn't deserve; that you were everything to me constantly in my head, always in my heart, You lived inside me. But I tell you now, when you walked out I cried myself to oblivion in November skies imagining all the weapons that could've been strong enough to change your mind. All the winter nights slipped away like your wind and I was left breathless. I needed to inhale love back in but you weren't there so my heart killed you, a swift blade right through you, I couldn't even notice. It buried you in a hole I didn't even know existed. When you returned, I thought you were alive. I stood with shovel in my calloused hands to dig you out from where you lay cold, but it was just an illusion. Necromancy isn't something I can do after all. So I'm sorry baby, I couldn't find your grave but you died for I was in mourning. I'm sorry if I became the reason for your nights' weeps. I know it hurts to eat the mud of your grave, my love but I'm sorry I can't resurrect you. I'm sorry that you're rotting somewhere inside me. (Or maybe all these thoughts I put down are what the illusion is.) -𝓓
|𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡| (within my last minutes)
Do not remember me
Remember how I loved you
That all I ever did was love you. On my every breath, was your name. And now that you're not by my side, I terribly miss you. I want yours to be the last pair of eyes I see when I finally close mine, so I can hope that yours will be the first ones I see when I open mine in another world. I want your hands to be the last ones I hold, so the lines and mounts of our palms blend and you would be written as my fate in next life. So tell me, my love, if you're coming to bid me farewell I'll tell death to wait I'll stay a bit longer, if you're coming, honey, I'll stay a bit longer for you. For you, in this life and in next. "For you, a thousand times over." -𝓓
Death beckons
And I hesitate
But the solid form
Appeared
So comforting
A being
A rubber wristband
Encircling a
Pale arm
Extended graciously
A plain white
Sterile shirt
Hung loosely
’round their form
And bed hair,
Bright eyes,
A smile
Innocently wise
I would lay
In their embrace
Nestled wordlessly
Drifting
Into peace
If Life had not
Eaten my soul
🌑 Lunar Eclipse
Have you ever seen death? Not a small death. Death. I have. It’s not sexy.