Fighter by my Trade

We’ve graduated from fandom to original poetry, god forgive me. Just carrying the reminder of every glove that laid me down

[cannibalismposting]

[carouselcometh]

Devastating! Art museum gift shop doesn’t sell prints of specific and unpopular painting that struck a cord with you!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[just-another-regular-dude]

[nerdmutant]

this inspired me

[bob-belcher]

[torchwood-99]

"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.

[writer-by-my-trade]

me rewatching TVL every night

[writer-by-my-trade]

mundane mondays

kiss and hug me

laundry/meal prep

office gossip

drive-drive-drive-drive

keeping all the thoughts inside

drive-drive-drive-drive

thumbs up and likes

it’s nice

this nice

is killing me

all the pink and pretty cages

dress me up for masquerades

bind me tight

or cut me loose

bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce

more than a feather

less than an ounce

bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce

sunlight from your face

leaving headaches in the afterglow

I showed you all the answers

but you’re saying you don’t know

the way

and I can see it

not a map,

I know it when I pass the streets

I can get us back to your house

when you find your way back to me

twirl-twirl

white gown and coffee

chicken fingers

twirl-twirl

realizing

you did me the favor

twirl-twirl

sharpies/hairspray/talcum powder

twirl-twirl

all the years for one more hour

overshare

I miss you

overshare

I’ve always loved you

overshare

I’d never kiss you

overshare

I don’t need you

the memories do fine

the memories are better

than the effort we require

the bridge is rotted

from the water

we used to prevent fires

and I drive

and I drive

and I pass the house

that you grew up in

and I drive

and I drive

but I can’t find our bridge again

[bymeraki]

I swear, people say “it’s okay to be alone” like that’s some profound wisdom, like they’re bestowing upon me the ultimate comfort. Yeah, no shit it’s okay to be alone. That’s not the problem. The problem is that I don’t want to be alone. I’ve done it. I’ve mastered it. I’ve got the lifetime achievement award in being alone.

And the thing that pisses me off the most? It’s always people who have never actually been alone who say this. They’ve had friends, relationships, people who care about them, and yet they’ll say shit like, “Sweetie, you just have to learn to enjoy your own company.” Bro, I have been hanging out with myself for years. We are sick of each other.

Like, imagine someone stranded in the desert, crawling on the sand, dying of hydration, and someone walks by sipping a cold drink like, “You know, hydration isn’t everything.” Oh, word? Let’s trade, then. Give me your full, rich, connected life, and you can come experience the joys of prolonged solitude. I’ll even throw in the emotional numbness for free.

Why do some people act like wanting companionship is some kind of weakness? Like, sorry I have the audacity to crave human connection. Sorry for having a completely normal human need. We’re social creatures by nature, prolonged isolation tends to harm mental and physical health.

But sure, tell me again how it’s “okay to be alone.” I’ll be sure to pass that wisdom along to my reflection while we share yet another meal in total silence.

[captainclickycat]

Yeah I think people get confused about things like this in a specific way where they assume the problem is the feeling of abnormality or fear of social stigma or something, so they jump straight to "oh, but it's ok to be by yourself, it's normal! You're normal!"

Which well-intentioned though it might be is actually incredibly useless when the isolation itself is the thing that's making people unhappy, and acting as if it matters whether or not their situation is "normal" or "deserves" to be stigmatised just misses the point completely.

[skyrigel]

[dogpuppy]

[lioncourtz]

😏

[writer-by-my-trade]

[writer-by-my-trade]

you used to call me Princess

now I think I miss it

passing me the keys

you’ve got your own

I’m happy

I’ll follow you down any road

I watch your tires

‘cause I don’t know where this goes

but I trust

and I remember

and sometimes I’ll recognize

street signs

and stripped malls

I pause

when we just pass her house

and neither of us turns to say goodbye

she used to call me Kiki

he hasn’t used it yet

but I still offer

really, asking

I’ve heard his parents laughing

and I think that it could work for us

as well

I like girls best in mornings

sliding through the stripes of light

on my bed and on the floorboards

patches on their skin so bright

as they’re hunching over

tigers changing out their stripes

for slacks and office blouses

scurry out the door like mouses

while I doze and wave goodbye

I like boys better after working

clocking out and calling up a mountain

whose job is worse than mine

so he wants to find the time

to decompress

I don’t like watching movies

but I can’t crochet to silence

so he plays his PS5

and yells

and pulls me into his chest

his heart is beating faster

than I’ve ever felt before

his eyes are on the screen

mine are on my fingers

and when I leave him after dinner

it’s more than just the smell that lingers

I miss curling up around him

I miss thinking he’d be there

inside the church

I’m going with a new guy

who doesn’t even try to know the words

I think I love him best

anyway

He hasn’t called me any name

I’m hoping I’ll hear hear her voice

when he calls me Kiki

the first time

[junk-thunder]

i've survived far worse. i've also died to far less though so who knows

[writer-by-my-trade]

It’s me, I’m the friend who’s in love with American girls

[brian-kinney-apologist]

what a time to be alive