I love shizuo craving izaya and izaya avoidant
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I love shizuo craving izaya and izaya avoidant
what do I call this feeling?
a novel sort of naked --
a nerve laid bare by
the tentative archaeology
of treasuring you
I remember trembling
a beautiful new flavour
of aching
this could kill me,
and it would still be a privilege.
“So, who would you call?”
I’d call the version of me
who wasn’t afraid to love loudly.
Because if the world was ending,
I wouldn’t want apologies left unsaid.
One of those days One day I overestimate the day and underestimate the week, the month, the year The day is a drop of salt in the ocean of the year Sometimes I think I'm drinking cup by cup and there's no larger picture of the calm waves at dawn, the whole sea opening up like a mind, at times roaring, and there is so much life beneath the surface I'm distracted, I lose focus, I forget everything is mine already, and feel as if every moment was a loss, a day less, rather than a moment gained
POEM OF JOY
No more
carbon steel skies,
no more
eyeless disgust.
My wrists are cleansed
of my own weight.
I see a single blessing
as a bountiful purpose,
one that keeps my feet
planted
on this shy world.
There are terrible stimuli
that grovel for my focus;
I acknowledge them
and either fix them
or move on
without feeding them
a single crumb
of my teething soul.
the weatherman stated that
our city hasn’t seen the last
of these april showers just yet
he cautioned us to be prepared
for flooding, when rain hits los angeles
the sky never lets us forget
this city has been my home
for almost too long
next month i turn twenty five and
i don’t know where the time has gone
how dare i still feel like this?
my early twenties will never
be something that i miss
i have never enjoyed living;
happiness is something that i’ve
always dismissed
i can’t believe i still feel like this
why didn’t i try harder not to?
april showers bring may flowers // kira malibu
If you can't handle me then you can't have me