And Life Is Funny That Way.

And life is funny that way.

In the way she gave me the ability to speak, only to render me speechless so often.

In the way she gave me a voice, and a dread of using it.

The way she gave me all the words in the world, and feelings none of them could describe.

And life is funny that way.

In the way she sends me desire for those who will never desire me.

In the way she gives me a heart made of grasping palms and nothing to hold.

The way she shows me religion then baptizes me in doubt when I most need to trust in something other than myself. And in this way she keeps me close. For what do I have if I do not have her?

And life is funny that way.

In the way she gives me the world to write about and yet sends me poems about you over and over and over.

In the way she compels me to write about forever and eternity and the vastness of space, while hypnotizing me with my mortality on a heart string swaying in front of me always.

The way she asks me to write about love and gives me only tastes of it. Watches amused as I pen page after page trying to recreate a feast on paper. Trying to quench the ravenous appetite she left me with, only to witness me fail time and time again. Smiling as I go to bed starving.

And life is funny that way.

In the way she gives me the will and yet no way.

The way she teaches me how to want, but not how to have, not how to keep.

The way she makes it my deepest desire to be known completely and yet my greatest fear.

The way she gifts me already broken promises.

And life is funny that way

By which I mean

Life is a cruel mistress

And every piece of my shattered heart

Is hers

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hello do you still have the link for the full version of this? 😭 i pressed the link in the notes but the post was unavailable 💔

Don't know why!! Sorry :( here you go!

Hurricanes blossom

All disasters were once children

For they had to grow

Learn to be

The tragedy they were destined for

And in this way can any crisis

Be averted?

For who are we to interfere

with fate?

~

My lips are bruised peaches

My melancholy a docile creature most days

I wonder if in another life I will become

A medium size star for what I have done

Or for all I have not

Ordained for the most gruesome of celestial deaths

Planetary nebula

All the violence of unbecoming

Without the supernova beauty of unravelling

~

I have never been kissed

I have never been held like

Blooming daffodils

Like the black hole before it

Becomes.

Do you think the black hole is

Deserving

Of what it takes?

Do you think it cruel?

Do you think it does not hate what it has become?

Do you not think it tries to be

Small?

To take less?

Do you think it is easy to

Devour the world

To hold the universe in the pit of yourself and still feel

Empty

To be insatiable

To repent for the hunger

Gifted to you by oblivion

~

We have only ever seen

One side of the moon

And in this way I mourn

But who could I still become

If I stopped grieving the loss

Of the woman I thought I would be

~ and even the end must first begin

hi just wanted to say im obsessed w ur enemies to lovers quote 😭 have not been able to stop thinking about it 💔💔 each time I come back to it a new line hits me straight in the chest like: “I have seen you in the light, I have known you in the dark” AAAAAHHH. just wanted to ask what post ur proudest of on ur blog / or if you have written similar things to that one to rec me? <3

I would just like to say I saw your reblog of that post and your excitement in the tags nearly brought me to tears <3 it made my day. Unfortunately, I'm mostly a poetry writer, though I dabble in prose when I come across a good prompt or when I have a story or scene that just won't leave me alone (some of the poetic writing style definitely leaks into my fiction works as you can tell haha). But there's honestly never really been much demand for my prose/ fiction so though I'm delighted you enjoyed it and I hate to disappoint you-- there's nothing much else like that on this blog at the moment. I've written a couple enemies to lovers scenes in responses to prompts. One being this enemies are soulmates scene but don't really think its the sort of thing you're looking for. Another was a princess kidnapped on the eve of her Coronation enemies to lovers thing, but realizing now I never posted it on Tumblr but did comment it on the Instagram post here.

When it comes to generally the post im proudest of on this blog...i don't know if I have one. I'm not necessarily proudest of the posts that have done the best, and my favourite pieces I've written aren't necessarily the posts I'm proudest of on my blog. I do love this Persephone meets Eve piece, mostly because im in love with the idea, not so much with the execution, and also this love language piece because it was the first piece I ever had published by an online magazine (I like the edited one in the mag better than the original I posted), but I think I'm proud of every post that's ever resonated with anyone the way the enemies to lovers quote resonated with you. Whether the post has 5 or 5,000 notes, all it takes is one comment, on reblog, one message where someone says "yes. this. these words seeped into my skin and sunk into my soul and i felt it." Whether it be because they related to it and it helped them feel or it shifted their perspective or they just found the writing heart touching-- every single post that is able to do that, even if for just one person, I am proud of.

Today I was proudest of this post because it made you feel something <3 thank you <3

When is the last time I brushed my teeth?

Looked at my father and did not think him weak

When is the last time I ate cereal for breakfast

Or went outside

Or held someone’s hand

When is the last time I cried

Really wept

Or knew why I was getting out of bed

When is the last time I saw you

When is the last time I loved

Looked at someone at did not simply think them beautiful

But wondered what it would be like for that beauty to choose me

When is the last time someone looked at me and I blushed

Not because I felt ashamed but because

Their gaze tasted like possibility

Like a honeymoon in library

When is the last time I felt

Excited

When is the last time I wanted

And was hurt by disappointment

When is the last time my heartbreak fissured the earth

Instead of simply burying me deeper in endless night

When is the last time I let someone take from me until I was empty

And sat with that hollow until I was rebirthed

When is the last time I was a child

When is the last time I was alone and felt lonely

When is the last time I wrote a poem?

It has been so long

So

Long

~ I have since been resuscitated

I would like to be loved

And perhaps this is selfish of me

But if the most selfish thing I do

In this life

Is long

To be wanted

So be it

For I have already

Burned for this sin

My desire a fire

That has left me scarred

And my heart

Disfigured