She Texted Me Minutes After I Posted This So

i finally got my peace back and it is wonderful

there's nothing like peace after cacophony softness after pain it prickles until it doesn't , even when it still feels heavy afterward . nothing matters anymore , but it's the release that lets me say that it doesn't burn so much now & the sky's a giant screensaver , clouds drifting past to remind you the world's alive with you , & there is still beauty in the distraught . yes , freedom is the liberation from suffering , but it is also a heart opening up again trying to receive all the love that wants to come in .

perhaps nothing else on earth matters, besides the love you take in, and the love you put out.

i wld peel my heart like an orange for u if only u wanted it !

oh

still not friends

still haven't talked

but he celebrated my 250 day duolingo streak

its the little things

that hurt the most

you told me that daisies

are your favorite flower

and i had to fight the urge

to plant a bouquet

of them in my lungs.

i want to cough up

petals and stems

when you smile at me.

i want to be so full of

your favorite things

that i forget how to breathe.

-mars

disappointment

when my phone buzzes

and it is his name

and not hers

girlhood

glitter on my face

and tinsel in my hair

bubblegum pink nails

"you look so beautiful" they say

screaming the words to my favorite songs with 70,000 other people

this is my girlhood

baggy t-shirts and short shorts

waking up at noon to texts that say "good morning ☀️

it's time for bed and she says she loves me

the glitter has been washed off

but i still feel sparkly

this is my girlhood

wendy by maisie peters

and castles crumbling by taylor swift

an intense longing to feel something

im not sure what it is

i have stopped caring about everything else,

i think,

but i could never stop caring about you

Good Person

am I a good person?

a question that I fear

it haunts my waking nightmares with its overwhelming aura

a ring light made of noise

a circle made of hurt

it trembles when I consider that it really could be true

I am a good person?

I don't think I believe

it's hard for me to fathom that I really could have worth

a currency of questions

a stock market of deeds

it pains me just to realize that I am a person, too

Dreams to Unfold

hope, he wrote

not a whole poem

but a note in bold

daily diary reminder to his soul

just a simple idea

that words matter

when fighting fear

so he chose, hope

in this pivotal year

when what we hold

is dearer than dear

all we will ever know

that the seeds we sow

grow an intimate garden

flower petals painted gold

dreams waiting to unfold

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

©️ @followcb ☆ April 28, 2024

Y'all have gotta get more insane about platonic relationships like you are about romantic relationships. We need to get more annoying about them NOW. I need to see more meta and losing our minds over them. Get more annoying NOW. More than that. More than that also.