#poetiv

[blythebaird]

I have become the queen of brushing off the judgement of others even if doing so has turned me into a girl made of dust.

TAKING MY MOTHER TO A GAY BAR, by Blythe Baird (2018)

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[italwayscomebacktoyou]

Maybe you'll only have one real love

You'll love multiple,

But your heart will only belong to one, you'll only really be in love with one

I don't think it's the idea of soulmates

That there's only one person that's destined to be with you

I think you got lots

But when you meet one there's a place in you heart that gets filled

And that place will never fit a new one

So choose your first real love carefully, that might be the one that haunts you forever

I wish I'm wrong though

I hope I'll love someone again, the way I love you. I hope there's place for a new one

-m.t

[thelyric]

Yet she is the ocean through a violent storm; unfazed and unchanged.

Confidence // Pablo Verzosa