Fires Trickle Through My Veins

tumblr is such a unique experience in 2021 because it’s probably the only place on the internet, or in real life, really, where there is absolutely no point. there is no agenda, and no purpose, it’s just a place i can create this little bubble of art, and self-expression, and poetry, and live in it peacefully. scrolling through my blog and appreciating photography, fashion, literature, etc. just feels like a beautiful respite from everything outside of this website? no news no performance no productivity just pure vibes

Emotional Abuse

Some people won’t believe you

Because your scars are hidden

Way beneath your skin

People only believe what they can see

And that should be a sin

most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later

Loving you.

love is hard

but loving you is the hardest thing to do

i know all the good you’ve done

but i cant overcome

all of the hurt feelings

and i hate what i’ve become

Your Little Things

when the wind starts to pick up

and the storms come,

sit with me

and see all your little things.

like the way you look at me.

with those eyes,

and how they’ve never told me lies.

or how as you fall asleep,

you fall into me.

or when you’re happy,

how your eyes shine like the stars.

and your smile,

makes me want to walk the isle.

or even when you’re sad,

and you come to me,

i promise i won’t get mad.

i only want you to see

the beauty that you have.

so when your storms come,

sit with me in the rain.

and we’ll find all your little things

As they laughed and pointed

I stood there

Half frozen in the 20 degree weather

My legs were purple

and not just from the cold

I acted like I could withstand the pain

So they’d see I was strong

But I guess I was wrong

I hoped they’d stop

I smiled and laughed

As they beat me down

But I’d always get up

I had to

I covered my legs

So no one could see

The pain on the outside of me

So I know you’re trying to help

But I’ve turned cold

Like my body

The days I was out on that field

10 Feet Away

my mind wants to get away.

so that I can just be alone, so I can’t hurt anyone else,

especially you.

I feel like a threat

and I can't get away

yet here I am, only 10 feet away

I Miss the Way You Made Me Feel.

i miss the feeling of your lips on mine

how delicately you kissed me

always making sure i was okay in between each one

i miss your breath on my skin

the goosebumps you caused

with something as simple as air

i miss how your hands felt on my body

tracing my outline

with the slightest of touch

never going too far

i miss how safe i felt when you held me

and the way you’d gently kiss my head

your arms holding me just tight enough

i miss your gentle eyes

how beautiful they were

i miss your smile

and how perfectly it sat on your face

especially the times when you would smile in between each kiss

i miss the way you looked at me

like i was the most beautiful being you’d ever seen

i miss how you’d point out each of my insecurities and tell me how much you loved them

telling me i was worth something

i miss how special you made me feel

and i miss so much more about what you did

but what’s most important is

i don’t miss you.

“All we know

Is that stars will fall

And holidays come and go”

I've always been the one to talk too much or too loud, but in those moments she was there. Her silent rivers flowed across my cheeks as she tried to comfort me. I used to think she and I were nothing alike, but in growing up, she became all that I was. Silence, the kind of comforting ache that sits with you while you’re talked over and forgotten, but she never forgets you. She once held me in her arms while I sat and watched the stars. I saw a shooting star and wished for her to leave, so I could be heard; yet she always found her way back to me. In silent car rides and silent rooms, she held me the way I wished my mother would. Eventually, I learned to appreciate her. I meditated with her and learned her language. She told me she loved me, but hated that I was becoming her. She told me to speak, to be heard. It's hard at first when she is all you know, but I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be seen. So I became louder and louder and she cheered me on from the quiet corners of every room