TheGardenOfEvie

Every aspect of my soul.

[n-ehpamoi]

And I'm used to watering down these disparate little parts of me --

making part that which should have only been taken in, whole --

that which I wish I had known, then, was worthy of being cherished for what it was --

thing is... diluting self only dilutes the connections had,

so of course it all felt so fickle, every kiss and touch had ringing so hollow --

And I say "no more."

in the here, and now? I no longer feel like my flavor must be so harsh to the tongue --

no longer feel like there is bitter, in this sweet --

or, at least, I've realized, finally, that there are people out there who can savor me, like I want to feel I should be --

people out in the world that might treat me like a delicacy --

something precious that I wish that I was, or could possibly be --

"If you could taste my demeanor --" V. Rue, 2025.

[nixscriptum]

[fromhersoul]

[nixscriptum]

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[nature-hiking]

Desert sunrise - Pacific national crest trail, CA, April 2023

photo by: nature-hiking

Instagram: nature__hiking

[nixscriptum]

[n-ehpamoi]

And then, after it all,

you meet someone new

and you realize

you aren't sure

if you'd ever really been

loved,

or if you had done any

of the loving --

you realize that

all the pretty faces before

weren't beautiful,

and all the heat

you'd know prior

was only ever luke-warm --

you question yourself about

what you'd ever truly felt

before,

in the light of someone

that makes everyone else

seem like a distant,

unimportant memory --

[thegardenofevie]

You leave me undone

but your grip is like a slow gravity

and I am weighed down by my endless longing.

You are the sweetest kind of ruin,

and I cannot seem to satiate this desire.

[thegardenofevie]

Why do you do this?

Why do you do this to me?

You hold on for dear life as if touching me will save yours,

but what about mine?

It feels like ecstasy when we share a breath,

but as your grip weighs me down

I free fall into you.

Danger has never felt so good.

There are pieces of me in your pocket,

overflowing and abundant.

You hoard them as if they’re yours to keep,

but the truth is,

I gave them willingly.

Not everyone is deserving of me,

certainly not you.

But the problem is,

I thought that if I gave them to you,

maybe

just maybe,

you’d give me yours too.

[nixscriptum]

[literaryvein]

L. V., writing over a past life

[mountainbaby25-deactivated20260]

Flowing over

[nature-hiking]

Dark clouds grazing the mountain tops - Torres del Paine National Park, Patagonia, Chile, March 2025

Photo by: nature-hiking

Instagram: nature__hiking

[amomentofnature]

[rootlessly]

8 oct — watkins glen state park