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@trefleblanc
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Hello, I am trefleblanc and I write my soul through poetry.
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Painted Grief
My little sister came to me while I was painting,
Standing silently beside me, watching each brushstroke
The amount of care and effort that goes into artwork.
“Why do I feel like this?” She asked me quietly.
“I love this boy, but he doesn’t seem to love me back.”
“But he ghosted me out of nowhere. I just don’t understand.”
“I feel so bad, complaining to my friends about how much I love him.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
I placed the paintbrush in her hand, stepping away from the easel.
Reluctant to change what I've already painted, she hesitates.
After a moment, she began to paint her own flowers alongside mine.
“There is nothing wrong with you, my love.” I responded softly.
“You are allowed to feel upset. “
“There is no shame in feeling sorry for yourself.”
“Please, cry. Wallow deep in your heartache.”
“But promise me one thing.”
“Promise you will never apologize for loving.”
“Love is infinite, it can never be wasted.”
“There will never be anything shameful”
“About loving someone with all of your heart.”
Stepping back from the portrait,
We both look at our contrasting painting styles.
Her brush strokes thicker and more fresh,
Mine already dried and thin:
“Did I ruin it?”
“No. You gave it exactly what it needed.”
-trèfleblanc
But promise me one thing. Promise you will never apologize for loving. Love is infinite, it can never be wasted. There will never be anything shameful About loving someone with all of your heart.
Painted Grief / -trèfleblanc
Don't worry about the heartbreaking violin music playing in the background rn. That always plays when I'm doing something totally normal and not suspicious. I am definitely not having an internal monologue about how much I love you rn.
Why we write and dream of love
The soul is drawn to an unseen motion,
Stronger than extinction and war,
Yet more gentle than washing opal shores,
Quieter than morning mist and birdsong.
Yes, love is as beautiful as you’ve been told.
That’s why people risk everything for it.
In love, if you don’t risk anything
You risk everything.
That is why “In love” is a descriptor.
Why when his mouth finally meets yours,
You smile against his lips and think: “He kisses like he’s in love.”
The most versatile state of being,
Something so easily given and received.
Romantic love, platonic love,
Familial love, filial love.
It’s why feelings of loss and anger are so tender.
You may let go of their current version,
But you will always love their memory.
For every person deserves to feel loved.
One day, I promise you will find the love you long for.
Whether it is in a lover, child, animal,
Or even a place, a state of being.
You will be cherished, and you will be loved.
-trèfleblanc
Yes, love is as beautiful as you’ve been told. That’s why people risk everything for it. In love, if you don’t risk anything You risk everything. That is why “In love” is a descriptor. Why when his mouth finally meets yours, You smile against his lips and think: “He kisses like he’s in love.”
Why we dream and write of love / -trèfleblanc
Boundaries
Never be afraid to set boundaries.
Boundaries are your hearts way of saying:
“I love you, but this doesn't make me feel good. I want to love you, and to love you means to feel good with you.”
The moment you realize boundaries aren't a punishment,
You learn exactly how to love your partner.
The way your heart races when you speak up for yourself doesn't mean it's wrong,
It means you never felt safe enough to.
It's scary, not because you're incapable,
But because it's unfamiliar.
-trèfleblanc
Never be afraid to set boundaries. Boundaries are your hearts way of saying: “I love you, but this doesn't make me feel good. I want to love you, and to love you means to feel good with you.”
Boundaires / -trèfleblanc
You have to keep going.
Even if your vision is blurry and back is sore,
You are only a tread from a soft place to fall.
Even if you stumble and take a few steps back,
You won't lose ground, you’ll simply slow your pace.
Even when you feel a knot restrict every vein,
You deserve to see your efforts bloom.
Hope is a wounded animal,
A bird whose cage has always been open.
You hear it sing sorrowfully, lying on your side,
Reach out and you will find purpose.
You have to keep going,
Because you deserve this chance.
You may not believe it now,
But I will always love you.
-trèfleblanc
Hope is a wounded animal, A bird whose cage has always been open. You hear it sing sorrowfully, lying on your side, Reach out and you will find purpose. You have to keep going, Because you deserve this chance.
You have to keep going. / -trèfleblanc
Celebrate all the things you have become, And all the things you did not. Smile for the blessing you will always be, And for who you could've been, but fought to not be.
-Happy birthday, my love. / -trèfleblanc
Happy birthday, my love.
How wonderful it is to see you again,
Whether you believe you are worthy or not,
You will always be loved by this day.
We join hands to celebrate your existence.
As you close your eyes to make a wish,
We watch with smiles and laughter,
Wondering what more you could possibly need.
You are already perfect in our eyes.
Celebrate all the things you have become,
And all the things you did not.
Smile for the blessing you will always be,
And for who you could've been, but fought not to be.
-trèfleblanc
The gentle nature of suffering
Treat me gently,
I don't need to learn anything the hard way.
Not when I've been so small and quiet,
So tired and polite.
For someone who doesn't ask,
I find myself begging for things.
Love that should be freely given,
And touch that shouldn't be painful.
The blood under my nails never dries,
Hangnails peeled back to the wrist.
It brings me no pleasure to fight,
But nothing else seems to reach you.
I'm tired of writing with a burnt hand,
Trying to defend the fire.
Because I will always look back.
I will always look back because I'm human.
-trèfleblanc
Now in this home you've built, You are a canary in a cage. Small enough for your diamond ring, To fit snug around your neck.
-A dead canary / -trèfleblanc
A dead canary
You had a love for him,
At least once.
But time has molded his organics,
Slowly eroded his heart to rot.
You remember when you first fell in love,
A gentle caress and chaste kiss.
Something beautiful becoming pure,
The way he would feel like home.
Now in this home you've built,
You are a canary in a cage.
Small enough for your diamond ring,
To fit snug around your neck.
Love has turned him violent,
And violence has made him unrecognizable.
Dismissive and narcissistic, an egotist,
You feel less than wife, less than human.
The bruises yellow around the edges,
Blending with the yellow your feathers,
Your voice fawningly sweet,
The way the sunlight heats the ring,
A little canary,
Lying upside down in your cage
He loves the way he makes you look.
He loves to make you sing.
-trèfleblanc
Little girl in the grass
Hope, sorrow, death, life, and rebirth are all the same,
Taking the shape of a child in the grass.
She is beautiful, missing teeth,
And in her hands she braids a flower crown.
Sitting across from her, you can only watch her work.
Hands moving with loving gentleness.
Still young and imperfect, her fingers pinch too hard.
Flowers fall from the braid, some blooms even unopened.
As they drift, the grass embraces them,
The earth as if a receiving mother,
Blended into the grass, you wonder if she noticed their absence.
Her face, twisted with impatience and guilt, she continues braiding.
You never remembered yourself looking so young.
-trèfleblanc
No matter the virtue I possess, Nor the miracle I perform, I hear his voice in my head: “You're truly just a mean person.” But I'm not. I'm not. Am I?
-trèfleblanc