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The past is a vague
monochromatic photo
and it fades each day
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i can't title this i can't even remember who i am
i. take everything i own.
take everything i am.
take, take, take,
and don't give back—
don't give any of it back.
i don't want it anymore.
it's yours now.
it always has been.
ii. don't know how to be soft,
or tender, or kind.
(all we've ever known is
sharp edges, sharp knives,)
and isn't it better this way?
better to feel familiar,
all of this blood pouring out?
isn't it nicer for us to feel the
pain?
iii. i don't know how to love
and i never have, never will,
and when your eyes go soft
i want to slice myself into ribbons.
she could pick me up in pieces
and tie my skin into her hair,
string my heart onto a necklace
of bone. if you kis
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if you want to stop hurting:
i. i have swallowed down this 3am love
like the ibuprofen i fed myself for my
swollen ankle that time in spain
when i pushed a little too hard and
let go for a little too long.
i have swallowed you down so many
times before, kept you like little embers
in the crevices of my chest, burning
holes through tissue and bone and
everything that i am - through everything
that i swore i wasn't.
ii. a few months ago,
i learnt that it's easier to breathe
with your throat open, to take it
down and let go gracefully,
like opening your palms against
the wind outside the car and inhaling
through your nose.
iii. if you want to stop hurting:
listen to them
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i am too much and yet not enough.
i.)
she tells me i have
the heart of a mouse,
put your ear against
my ribs and hear the
trapped hummingbirds
crying to escape. today,
my wings are slashed. this
is nothing unusual, this
is nothing different except
it's a Tuesday and i
promised to cry only
Mondays and Thursdays.
(its a good thing we both know
i only keep half my promises)
ii.)
we do not speak about it. but,
neither do we pretend it's
not there - something to
be ignored and overlooked. she
acknowledges, salutes and
moves on; she's a soldier
that refuses to fight and
i think i am glad of this.
(learning to be peaceful after a
lifetime of war is slow going,
but we're getti
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This is one of my favourites honestly, dear O.O it's nostalgically beautiful