The Lost Art Of Caring
the lost art of caring
it happened slowly
pre-written birthday cards, texts instead of calls
and when you do call, there's always a reason
there's always an occasion
shows of affection are sequestered to Valentine's Day
flowers always have strings attached
you don't know your neighbors
you don't have phone numbers memorized
you don't cry, you laugh quietly, you don't raise your voice
until you don't feel
you don't care
and nobody cares for you
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I WANT TO GET TO KNOW MY COMMUNITY PLEASE
SEND ASKS I'M BORED AND WANNA TALK TO Y'ALL
bleed
carve your name deep in my flesh
drink my blood like a fine wine
make my skin your coat
for winter-time
knit my entrails into a scarf
wear my teeth on a silver necklace
blow me to bits, bite into my lips
i hunger to feel your reckless
cut my heart out and eat it on china
use my bones however you please
i live to serve, (or to be served )
for you I'll gladly bleed
is having crushes on boys real?
cause I genuinely thought it was a bit. like....idk growing up a closet lesbian with parents who hate each other made me think that heterosexual love wasn't real but you deal with it anyway cause that's life. come to find out that some women are obsessed with their boyfriends like...for real...
sorry for not posting poetry, creativity well was dry
LEFTY
how Lucky I am to be left-handed
that if my lover and I sat side by side
our hands could meet in the center
as we once were before Zeus's cruel slash
guys why is he so gender im gonna cry
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