my heart, a weeping cherry tree

✎ Aspen Kae | haiku | micro | free verse | ❀ pink aesthetic ❀ IG: @weepingcherrytree Twitter: @aspenkaepoetry

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My heart, a weeping cherry tree, with petals so pink, and none so blue. — aspen kae | @weepingcherrytree

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aka "f*** your feelings, follow the plan"

Gut sentiment, leave only the bones. Feelings? They’re dead weight—cut them loose, let them sink. There’s no room for velvet hands in a war of steel teeth. The plan is the only god here, carved in salt and sinew, and your heart is just another organ waiting to betray you.

Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but this piece is a deeper dive into a mantra that’s been serving me well lately: Are you willing to let your mood dictate your behavior? Are you willing to let your feelings compromise your values? The answer is always a firm hell no.

In the past, I’ve caught myself justifying bad behavior because I “had my reasons.” But there’s a fine line between extending grace to yourself and letting yourself off the hook for actions that contradict your principles.

This isn’t about ignoring feelings—it’s about not letting them hijack your integrity.

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there's nothing casual about the way i experience emotions...

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i refuse to live in a world where people don’t communicate via meaningful glances and poetic subtext

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every time i wear perfume, it’s with the specific intention of being remembered forever

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muses are rarely gentle— they wreck you, then demand you write about it

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i just want to be loved in a way that makes history jealous

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you ever read something so personal it feels like the poet was spying on you?

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To Live Like Poetry 🕊️

There’s a kind of magic in the world, a pulse thrumming beneath the static—subtle, raw, waiting. It lingers, tepid-soft. You can find it in the sunlight that drags its lips over your skin, in the hush of dusk as it gradates from amaranthine bruise to the deep ache of midnight. It purrs in the spaces between—between the inhale and exhale, between the clink of a spoon against porcelain, between now and what comes next.

But too often, we rush past these moments. We grind our teeth through the weekdays, chasing deadlines, chasing freedom, chasing rescinded rights as fascism digs its talons into the cracks of America’s ribs.

But what if we paused? What if, in the midst of resistance, we also gave ourselves the space to live—to live like poetry?

I’ve been learning how to capture the quiet magic of life—how to romanticize mornings, find beauty in the mundane, and nurture creativity in a world that often demands more. How to turn the ordinary into something worth celebrating.

I wrote a piece on how I'm embracing the stillness and allowing these fleeting moments to become sacred. From the softness of a morning to the act of creating a sanctuary for my soul, I’m learning to slow down and savor what feels fleeting—before it slips away.

If you’d like to join me in catching the magic before it fades, click here to read more. Let’s live like poetry.

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romanticizing life is a rebellion: flowy dresses, soft tears, and the audacity to find beauty in chaos

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what if, just once, the poet got the happy ending instead of heartbreak?

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if crying in a princess dress isn’t self-care, i don’t want it

— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree

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“how do you write so beautifully?” i’m haunted, babe. that’s the secret.

— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree

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what if i romanticize laundry? it’s just tiny fabric redemption arcs where socks learn to reunite with their lost partners

— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree

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it’s time to romanticize new beginnings: the smell of fresh pages, the thrill of a blank canvas, the trembling first step into the unknown

— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree

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let’s rebrand failure in 2025: call it “experimental success” and move on dramatically, like an artist misunderstood in their time

— 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝒶𝑒 | @weepingcherrytree