*listens To Straight People For 5 Mins*

(Yellow Days)

excerpt from who cares if it’s a choice? snappy answers to 101 nosy, intrusive, and highly personal questions about lesbians and gays by ellen orleans, june 1994

Honey brown eyes

I will spend a million lifetimes longing for you

For as long as I don’t have you, I will look for you in everything in this universe

Your mere existence inspires me, my mystical muse

I wronged you deeply, the stain of such mistake will always live beneath my skin

I lived eons despising myself for it, but what good could it be dreading the very being I wish you loved

How am I to be worthy of you while lacking love for self ?

I wronged you in a way I never want to wrong you nor anyone ever

sorry for documenting my suffering and delusions online do you still think im hot

3 a.m.

I find myself in the midst of poetry written by the broken hearted. As I read each line the overwhelmingly hurt that’s been forgotten in my mind. Yet felt in my heart the cries of all the why’s.

Poetry not only written or rewritten; but the kind living in the hearts of those who have lived hurt an pain. In which now converts to healing through words. Writing, the aftermath of endured angush.

Those who have had the highest of hopes. Only to find those hopes crushed by someones lies. Or torn, shattered, and distraught by the hands of a narcissist. Which ever the case may be, I say to you; don’t feel alone because I’ve lived the pain in your poems that I read.

R.A.

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."

-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

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i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt