was it not enough that you stole
my heart, my lungs, and spine?
i do not have the stomach for it anymore.
can I feel everything at once?
it is how I feel when I see you, my beloved—
grappling violently between
the edge of euphoria
and the pit of despair.
being trans is a bit like
running hands over yourself and thinking
“i cannot wait for there to be a scar there
in the place of something else”
to know that all that will be left is the mark
a tangible reminder of how the creator wronged you
and how you made it right
red wine drips from lips
like blood and
god knows it’ll never
be enough and
each hit burns like
it’s the first
you think you just might
die of thirst and
dorian, you’re gonna die
but pretty darling,
so am I
so you and I,
we’ll go down together
you’ll destroy yourself
and I’ll haunt you forever
nothing left to say but
beauty does not stay and
paint it fades and dries and
time it always flies
our home should have colours and flowers. daisy sims hilditch / christine atkins / stephen darbishire / marie-louise roosevelt pierrepont
i know what i want now
i didn’t before
i want cold mornings and leaves that crunch under our feet.
I want warm blankets.
I want a house in the woods.
I want clean air and sunshine and my own means of living.
a hand to hold, someone to confide in
I want to be loved; but I most of all,
I want to be loved by you.
Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3
I know he loves me because he's breathing the same air as me, if he didn't love me, he wouldn't be breathing.
dear god,
i have grown since we last spoke, but i have not forgotten. i will never forget.
the silence will be etched on the canvas of my memory for all of eternity
your world, this world, that ebbs and flows so beautifully
the passage of time is a rich work of art that so few understand
and as it spins, the things that die create new life
flowers grow among the bones and
leaves sprout from the ashes and
i am still here.
i wish to die like a star, glowing and gleaming and destructively beautiful.
21. poetry, stream-of-consciousness, musings, aesthetic posts
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