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@tearsinlace
Bone-dry, bitter, and hollow.
i wish i was skinny enough for people to worry.
Summer save me
longing for the physicality
I’m obsessed with this look
There’s a piece of you everywhere.
In the music that I listen to, in the movies that I watch.
In the way that I dress, in the routes that I walk.
In the way I take my coffee, in the way I’m so carefree.
In everything that I write, even the books that I read.
You’ve conquered my thoughts, don’t doubt my devotion,
You’re so deeply woven in my soul, am I just a drop in your ocean?
I don’t know much of life, but for one thing I’m certain,
There’s a piece of you everywhere, your love is my curtain.
And when I speak to you, my soul pours into every word uttered.
The Thread
During my darkest hour,
And in my deep despair
I can’t help but longing
For your fingers in my hair.
What a shame it came to be,
I put my pride aside.
What a shame it came to be,
You’re what’s tainting my mind.
I laid myself bare, and offered you my soul
You tossed it around like it was a mere joke.
My heart on my sleeve, myself on the line
You undid the thread, wasting no time.
You went away, took my soul with you.
My heart aches for myself
Knowing i’d still forgive you.
European Summer
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath