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sometimes person
i wonder if maybe manipulation is a natural part of my communication style
just another language i learned which although lacking in malice is no less unkind
short lived loves living in storage stacked ceiling-high
but I don't mind the temporary nature of the things i feed my heart
i play part-time partner particularly enthusiastically
let me treat you right for a moment cuz a moment is all I've ever had
being a sometimes person means I'm good at temporary
tempestuous trysts and dangerous dalliances keep killing my kindness
causing cracks in cold facades
features flitting from face to face fighting for freedom from fear, frustration, and longing
life, love, hard liquor and soft luxury
i replace all of these things with the poetic royal you
you the reader
you the scorned lover let down lightly alongside leather combat boots
bringing butchered beasts and(broadly speaking) bristly sing-song to my step
several lovers stated separately something which seriously stuck to this day
i am uncomplicated
don't you dare deny my defects
I'll disregard the defiance decisively for now
but between not noticing the never evers and saying something so suspiciously off base
believe me it's better to be brought along abreast against the brown feathers of tomorrow then brought beating and bawling from below to yesterday
when sappho said "you may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us". when richard siken said "there are many names in history but none of them are ours". when carol ann duffy said "it matters how everyone dies". when oscar wilde said "i shall be lightning if you dare forget".
on the romance of cannibalism by silas denver melvin (@sweatermuppet)
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I want
I want
I want
Hands
Palms
Fingertips
I want them
On all the softest parts
Of me
I want them
On my cheek
In my hair
On my hips
I want them
On my chest
Where the flesh
Is thinnest
Between this world
And my heart
I want
Hands
In mine
Fingertips
Along my spine
Palms
Doing what they do best
Holding
I want
Hands
I want
To be
Held
- "what do you want from me?"
Oh to be loved the way she loves the dawn.
To be seen the way she sees the sunrise
To hold her the way she lets the light hold her.
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“Oh women are my line and not these inanimate creatures.” -Virginia Woolf
Tw: self harm
Broken mosaic
Broken like a mosaic, this grief is beautiful.
Cold as a grave, this silence is peaceful.
A pain drenched tartarus was what made childhood.
A longing filled asphodel is what makes life cruel.
Sinister evil spirits, they whisper in the dark.
Cold harsh voice, it will shatter up your heart.
The silence kept saying with such delicacy.
But mind kept begging for sincere secrecy.
So close your little eyes, home is full of ghosts.
Hide your own self, it is terrifying to be known.
Shred your skin, once again you'll be filled with relief.
One last cut; an eternity of sleep.
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You were like the sea
The delicate intimacy of you visiting my dreams. Only then I get to see you.
The sea, with all its hurricanes, all its storms. It reminds me of you.
Watching you fall in love and out of love. But never with me.
You were like the sea, with all its stillness. And all its peace.
My intense longing for you to stay. So hopeless yet so ardent.
Because just like the sea you were. Always changing yet so persistent.
I want to kill myself just enough for you to visit. Atleast then I'll get to see you somewhere that's not just my dreams.
What a subtle form of self harm it is to love you.
Such a gruesome death to die.
What a comfort it is to be to be loved by you.
Such a torment it is to be not.
Thorn to my rose
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In a room full of strangers, our eyes met in secrecy.
With that striking smile of yours, you simply just ended me.
Gently whispered words killed me more than any poison could.
Loved you way too fondly than any lover ever should.
In frightened voice and shaky hands, I was scared to lose you.
In granted lives and afterlife, I was never meant to have you.
What is life anymore, if not just the absence of you?
Had to watch you bleed to death, what is even left to lose?
Once again in life I am terrified to let you close.
You were my known ruin. A lethal thorn, my gentle rose.
Future love
Perhaps one day you'll hold me, once and forever.
Intoxicated we will be, lost in each other.
And then in the dark, you will touch the right parts of me.
In hushed tones I will show you, that you and I were meant to be.
Then slowly I will learn, how to truly love me.
And gently I will heal, like all my grief ceased to exist.
Tw: self harm, self loathing
A girl lies on her bedroom floor.
She bleeds through her eyes and cries through her veins.
I watch her helplessly and let her fall apart.
Everyday she fights long lost battles and dies gruesome deaths.
Her life is nothing but a grave full of dead hopes.
I watch her and do nothing.
Perhaps because there isn't much left of her to be saved.
She is covered in bruises I don't recognize her anymore.
I watch her with curiosity.
Her eyes dark and cold like the night itself, she reeks of misery.
A home full of ghosts, none of them remotedly as dead as her soul.
I watch her mercilessly.
After all that's what monsters like her deserve.
I say, and I stop watching her.
No part of her deserves to be loved.
I say, and I step away from the mirror.
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To simply exist in all her devotion.
Dear universe
At 13 I thought that the universe hates me. For it made me tainted and it made me unlovable. Perhaps it was true; or perhaps I was just 13. Now I finally see that there are things that actually love me.
The darkness holds me still and grief kisses my hand. The demons in my head tell me it'll be fine. And hunger kind of always stays along with this unbearable ache. Longing lingers like a lonely child and sinister thoughts eat me up inside. Years of misery and wishing to be dead. Screams of terror and weeps of fate. But dear universe I wont complain. For dear universe I still am loved.
You were scared to ruin me
I assured you that you wouldn't
The unsaid truth was this:
I was already ruined
Long before I met you
Long before I knew how to love
And even before you became my home
.
But you left and it felt like death
Everyone said I'd get used to it
The cruel desire was this:
I don't want to get used to you
I don't want time to heal me
I always want you to be
An unbearable ache that kills me
.
My mind is being held hostage by you
And even in grief you feel like home
The maddening question is this:
Will you love the monster in me?
Will you love me at the end of the world?
Will you simply just love me?
I fell for you gently as leaves do on a dreary autumn evening.
You continued to bloom delicately as you were the sweetest child of spring.
Unnoticed for years, my world has been touched by you.
In running away from home, I found a home in you.
I fell for you, like hades fell for persephone
And I am falling, like moon falls around the earth still.
I write this with my love, hoping that you might see this too.
I share this with the world, but really it only ever was for you.
can you cool transgenders put this in your pretty tiktok slideshows please i’ll even tell you my tiktok @ if you ask nicely
anyway i don’t think i can handle another “just wait a few more months”
"I just need to get through this week" and before you know it you've spent your whole youth just getting through this week
You say the acceptance of my gender is the rejection of femininity
But why am I the bad guy for wearing a skirt with my beard
As you barate and harass kids and teens for ignoring the gender norms you swear to disdain
You said as a woman I could grow up to be anything so why can't I be a pretty boy
Does my sex decide my clothes my hair my jobs my name my fate
We are not enemies despite what you believe