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kayla - 21- she/her - infj-t. i love all sorts of poetry, dumps, words and just romanticising almost everything.

popular poems: ✧ bubble wrap ✧ hero ✧ ambiguous loss ✧ phase ✧ melancholia ✧ potential

occasionally will post fandom stuff. i'm into & get inspo from... twenty one pilots, taylor swift, arctic monkeys my chemical romance, panic! at the disco, lana del rey and more!

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The end is nigh

help me get these boots off

my flesh isn't ready to die just yet

lie back with me count the rotations

of the ceiling fan

we were never meant to be here

I've checked the paperwork

we never accepted

the user's end agreement

our bodies are beholden

our souls stolen

but they neglected our hearts,

We've been here forever

but never really been here

all these years and we're still outsiders

come let's come before they come for us

if they're slow we'll go

I've been dreaming of a hideout

in the valleys of the moon

they'll never think to look that closely

at what everyone already sees

until the view can be owned

it will never be important to them,

All these seasons we've seen

pick your favorite and I'll find

where it's still waiting

muscle memory can't be uploaded

so move just...like...that

so I know that it's still you

every night is the last night

until the sun comes riding back

but to die beneath the moon

while in your arms

will be victory

Now it’s a lose lose situation You can’t admit what you did And I know now that I can’t stay here. But I hold on to hope like a cat waiting to be fed again And I know that I will die at your door for you’ve thrown the key to the wolves But I will wait Like a free prisoner or a Stockholm syndrome sufferer I will wait, and I will wait, and I will wait and I will stay.

I remember you darling, how can I ever forget? Your melancholy eyes full of light I already know I will miss you for a lifetime I want to be special to you I want you to need me Riding the high like we’re not running out of time I want you forever, with your faults I want you forever, with your demons I will mourn you I will fight for you I will fight with you I will love you I already do. March 10th, 11:01 pm

Hi guys!

This may be a long shot, but I recently started an Instagram account under @/thebluewaitingroom, where I’ll be posting more poetry.

Any follows or likes would be immensely appreciated <3

~ K

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How long will I keep playing-pretend With a body that’s already dead? I held you once, you were full of life And it seeps into me. Everybody expects me to say goodbye How and why, When it has always seemed to me, That to let go, Is to die?

I’ve been told many times before that the tooth fairy isn’t real. That Santa Claus, the Easter bunny, and even dragons were all a fabrication to stimulate the naive imagination. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t take some time to accept this. To accept all rationality on the premise that some of my favourite people were better off as a concept rather than reality, even if each time, it has crushed me completely.

I thought I didn’t believe in fairytales anymore. Why in my grown age do I believe in you still?

March 2nd 1:23 am

i knew no ends to giving you the moon and the stars

so i can’t be angry now, that i daybreak in darkness.

july 29th, 12:33 am.

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The spider and the cobweb

The subtle but violent truth is that I’ve never accepted any goodbyes I’ve been handed. To be able to just completely shake someone off is beyond me, even when they are the ones exiling themselves out.

The thought of them still lingers and hangs around like a cobweb on the ceiling, just far enough out of reach to dismiss it, but every time you look up, it still troubles you. The last thing you would ever want to do is to grab a stool and dust it away, because then it would mean that you’d have nothing left that tied you to them.

But the spider is long gone, and the remnants of them keep you motionless. They are off weaving different webs in different houses while you hang on to an old piece of them that no longer exists.

There is power in discernment

The fact that I’m not stupid is going to kill me just enough for me to be reborn. Ignoring all the warning signs toward a blazing fire, as you can imagine, never gets you very far.

What I’m learning so far in my twenties is that you have to see things for how it is, and not the ideal way you’d want them to be. Stop wearing rose-coloured glasses for people who only want to see you in black and white. I’m not saying to not give them, whether they’re friends, lovers or family, the benefit of the doubt, but you can physically feel it in your chest when you know they’re crossing a distinct line, one that tells you that it would be better to let them go and let them be. They are not your fire to tame. There’s peace in knowing that a person is not your problem when all they brought you was pain.

It’s a bitter pill to swallow - the kind where you don’t think you can muster up the courage to send it down your throat because you think you’d regurgitate it into a coughing fit. But most times, it’s the antidote to something truly meant for you on the other end. What’s important to know is that you need to lose to gain, and that’s okay.

Let it once be an act of love for yourself, and not for others. There is power in discernment. There is strength in solitude, and there’s good in goodbye.