#perksofbeingapoet

[poetsconstellation]

good night, sweet dreams!!!! just wanted to say thanks again for all your support- it means a lot <3333 SLEEP WELL >:))

ILY 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I will support you until the day I die my love 🧡🧡🧡🧡

Continue being the amazing person you areeee 🫶🏻

[flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions]

Absolutely Nothing

No one needs to read this. It is a simple note from a simple no one about simply nothing, and how they became that way. The world is too big for someone to stand alone. It only gets bigger, and you? You only get smaller. Smaller and smaller, until, in the scope of it all, you become insignificant. Your absence means absolutely nothing, and so do you. And I pride myself on realizing this, now.

It makes me feel less guilty for leaving. It reminds that there’s nothing to be missed. Absolutely nothing.

[flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions]

Innocence: A Question

Is this persona just a cover up? Are we hiding from purity because we know it can’t survive in a world that mocks its existence, even while claiming it as virtue? She wants love for all the wrong reasons and because I love her, I feign them. But I feel guilty. I miss her innocence. I miss our innocence. I miss innocence. But, I don’t even know what it is, anymore. I don’t remember what it feels like. Being a virgin, being fresh, being impressionable— they all seem like memoirs from a person I never had the chance to meet. I want to taste a peach for the first time again. I want to taste her for the first time again. I want to taste her and not feel bile rise up in my throat because she tastes rotten. We want to feel new again; but, I think we both forgot the way. Tell me, do you know the way?

[flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions]

Autumn

Everything settles into place, as it should. As anything rises, so must it fall. Like autumn, a thief of the fruits which great efforts were made to see their birth. They grow old. They fall. And in a vibrant blaze of red and gold, they die, as they are supposed to. But that’s okay, because it is natural. It’s what needs to happen for the sake of future growth. The way must be cleared. The same things cannot always stay beautiful, that is the nature of the world. And I guess, that’s a beautiful thing, too. I just don’t understand it, even though I know it simply must be that way. And everything settles into place, just as it should.

[flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions]

Chops

In my backyard, I have a friend. He catches, and runs, and hops. He likes to eat the food we make; so, we named him after his favorite: Chops. I swear, there’s no better dog around, not on this street, or on this planet. He’s here for me, and I’m there for him. We share it all, summer days and pomegranates. Nothing could be sweeter. I call him a good boy, and he thinks the same. What more could I ask for? Everything is good, as long as we play our games.