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F. E. Marie
my therapist asked me if i could do anything for my birthday if covid didnt exist what would i do and without even thinking i responded seeing my best friend who lives across the country. i just want to see her and hug her and jokingly flirt with her and stare at her while she stargazes and blast one direction and the glee version of cough syrup and every other song she likes and hug her and have her close
I see stories about friends who end up realizing they love each other after many years and hope that one day it will be us.
the sad thing is that sometimes the only thing I want to do is tell you how I feel. How i feel when u tell me a joke or when you enter the room and your eyes go to me. The way my heart feels full when you tell me you care about me or tell me I’m pretty. But then I remember that we’re just friends
this healing shit take forever don't it
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Someone Falls in a First Fall”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
“If you’ve been brutally broken but still have the courage to be gentle, then you’re a badass with the heart of an angel.”
— Keanu Reeves
My problem is I never healed I just kept going
when the world ends, i will
when the world ends, i will thank myself for being there for me.
i will sit in the deep silences of my bedroom,
with its vintage bedspread of satin
and soft breeze slipping in through a gap in the window,
thinking back to all the times i thought my heart had had enough
but it pulled through.
i will remember yesterday;
when we smiled at each other with our eyes,
and sat at the pier making promises we intended to break.
with happiness on our lips, we sang about our sadness; how everything complete, was falling into fragments of incomplete.
i will remember the words i thought would've dented my heart forever,
but the cracks healed soon,
as i walked under the moonlit sky
only to realize that the love i most needed was my own.
i will picture all the sunsets i noticed and didn't,
and i will remember all the mornings i woke up breathing the air of another city.
i won't mourn over all the people i left behind,
or all that could've been;
but i will cherish all that was.
when the world ends,
i will thank myself for being there for me.
Thank god for titties and pasta