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[darichonne]

insta: @darichonne

[dramaticalmartyr]

Our history’s covered in my blood

spilled ink that draws a map

I left some of me behind, my love

so if lost, you’d find the way back

and all the rest of me that’s left,

where you go, it goes too

My blood no longer runs through veins

My blood 

                                   runs 

                                                                  after 

                                                                                                 you

-

- R e d . . B r i c k . . R o a d  /

( I hope it haunts ) 

ii: flesh

[browneyeddisaster]

you said you’d find me in every life  and i hope that’s true.  this life doesn’t feel like enough.  i want to keep loving you.  - b.d //  home, a collection of poetry in the works 

[spark-of-water]

Incomplete

I’ll rather live with your incomplete sentences, than you telling me that they complete a different way.

I’ll rather remain with your unspoken words, than to know that they meant different then they’d say.

I’ll rather trust our half-made promises, than to have them broken, later in time.

I’ll rather just wait at the staircase, than to fall down, after I climb.

I’ll rather leave everything incomplete, than to have to sink in with the change. I’ll rather leave myself in pieces than to have a mess, to arrange. 

[niceteethv]

I like you a lot, yes its true and I hope one day you and I can become more than friends, discerning my feelings for you sometimes feels like I'm sailing around the cape of storms in a small dingy, at least in this small bay I'm winning but if you don't feel the same way its okay. l will just quietly beach my boat and watch the waves go by...

how to tell my friend I like her..,,

[gsavides]

Event Horizon

I danced in the nebulas, I flirted with flames, I skirted through gravity’s devouring gaze.

But in the end, I was     brought down     by a     single     seed.

[monicaiyer]

fake It

                so i take it                 upon myself to fake it                 upon myself to show me                 the meaning of love                 for me                 and never                 will i take my love for granted                 cuz mine feels like the river                 we never have when we’re together                 i told you                 i was sick of me                you said                suck it up                there's therapy -                did you know love could be toxic                the kind that can leave your life sick                how would you know                with all i gave to you;               so i took it               upon myself to show me               that love can never be had so easily               that if i knew me               i could like me               and just like what we had               the summers in la la land               even though winters come so snowy               there’s always love on my nightstand.              what we never had              our souls wished we did              if what we always wanted              we could give ourselves              would you take it?                                                                                 - Monica .I

[rafaelcasalpoetry]

YOUR YOUNGER YOU

YOUNGER YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT OLDER YOU BUT YOUNGER YOU HASN’T LIVED ALONE YET HASNT HAD TO REVIVE THEIR HEART AFTER A FRIEND’S DEATH OR SEW IT BACK TOGETHER WHEN SOMEONE THEY LOVED STOPPED LOVING BACK YOUNGER YOU STILL SEES THE USE IN VIOLENCE IS AFRAID TO SMILE IN PHOTOGRAPHS HASN’T TRAVELED MUCH AND FUCKS LIKE A TEENAGER YOUNGER YOU HASN’T LEARNED TO SAVOR THE BOURBON TO TALK LESS AND THAT ARGUMENTS AREN’T WON THEY JUST END YOUNGER YOU IS STILL HURT ABOUT YOUNGER THINGS AND HOPES YOU WILL HEAL THEM BUT ISN’T READY FOR HOW BRUTAL THE BURN IS WHEN YOU TRY TO DISINFECT YOUR SOUL WITH CHEAP MEDICINES HOW MUCH TIME IT TAKES TO UNDO THE MALPRACTICE AND HOW IT CHANGES US WHEN WE FIND PIECES OF SALVATION ONLY OLDER YOU KNOWS THAT SCARS ARE NOT THE TARNISHING OF YOUR YOUTH BUT THE BIRTHMARKS OF ADULTHOOD ONLY YOU CAN FATHER OR MOTHER THE MEMORY OF YOUNGER YOU INTO A PEACEFUL DEATH THE HARDEST ONES FOR US TO BURY ARE OUR YOUNGER SELVES WE CARRY THEIR LEGACIES A BIT TOO CLOSE TO OUR EARS BUT YOUNGER YOU KNEW SOME THINGS YOU’VE MISPLACED LIKE HOW TO KISS SOMEONE LIKE THEY HAVE ANSWERS HOW TO LEAP EAGERLY INTO FOOLISH EXCURSION GOOD OL’ STUPID RECKLESS STUMBLING YOUNGER YOU WHO SERVES YOU BETTER IN MEMORY THAN PRETENDING THEY’RE STILL HERE YOUNGER YOU SHOULD JUST COME BACK AROUND TO REMIND OLDER YOU THAT YOU TOO WILL BE YOUNGER YOU TO ANOTHER YOU AT YOUR END – THAT YOUNGER YOU DIED SO YOU COULD LIVE AND SOON YOU WILL HAVE TO DIE FOR AN OLDER YOU AGAIN I WONDER WHAT THAT OLDER YOU WILL SAY OF THIS YOUNGER YOU THEN

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