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Love Begins
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@tonimichelley
I’m afraid of my shadow,
but not the one I can see.
I’m afraid of my mind
and what it whispers to me.
I struggle with what
I believe to be true-
like my place in this universe,
and how it relates to you.
I want to hold your gaze,
but I’m scared to be seen.
I’m poorly sewn together,
and my secrets are ripping the seams.
I know any possibility is possible.
There’s so many things I could do.
I panic on your pathway-
come and lead me to you.
my pressed flower collection. some are from over 12 years ago!
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Amazing view..
cycles-
small pieces of sand fall through
my fingers.
I know I can’t save them,
but I close my fingers together
As tight as I can to try anyway.
There’s this feeling in my chest,
it’s as if there’s this wet cement
sludging its way through my veins.
When it reaches my heart it hardens
into a thick block that slowly
grows heavier and heavier until
every time I breathe my lungs
scrape the bottom of my heavy
hanging heart.
I see the sand and the sludge
chugs faster
through my veins.
The weight of this thing I can’t control
it will kill me if I let it.
I’m standing in a doorway
with a foot on either side, and
my mind screams at me
“go forward” no “go backward”.
Every word adding another layer
to the brick forming in my chest.
Nothing but pieces of the sand left.
Tiny little grains.
I bring them to my heart.
I’m hoping they can heal me.
I’m hoping they can fix this heavy
suffocating feeling.
With two feet still stuck on
two sides,
I can feel my lungs now being sliced
by the razor edge of indecision.
I need to pick something.
Before I die.
Every breath is painful but I can’t get enough air.
In a moment of bold bravery,
I push myself through the door.
The feeling in my chest is gone.
My lungs are healed and everything
is light.
I am free of every burden.
I take a deep breath,
Letting my lungs expand into every empty space
in my chest.
But as euphoria fades,
there’s a catch in my breath.
A small, almost invisible drop of cement
falls onto my heart.
I step back but now there’s no door.
I can’t be here again.
I look down at my hands.
Sand.
Slipping through my fingers.
I’ve got nothing
It’s banter and it’s chatter. 
It’s giggling and smiles.
It’s compliments and glowing skin.
It keeps you going for a while.
It’s bouncing legs and picking lips.
It’s overthinking and so much.
It’s apologizing again and again.
It’s feelings and caring and such.
It’s a warning and a promise.
It’s a timer already ticking.
It’s pause, no go, up and then down.
It’s a whisper, a doubt, and it’s sticking.
It’s a question. Is it me?
It’s a statement. It’s me.
It’s obvious and loud.
It’s something I saw, but didn’t want to see.
It’s without so many words.
It’s me, a poison that tots.
It’s losing everyone always.
It’s me with nothing but my thoughts.
There’s nothing worse than you wanting me drunk, but loving her sober.
I just want you to pick me.
“If you were happy before you knew someone, you can be happy after they’re gone.”
— Unknown
Peace Lilies and Sweet peas for good luck 🌸✨
trying out sketching in procreate again, trying to summon some autumn weather edit: since people have been asking, this is now available on prints and tea towels in my shop!
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