hii everyone!! thank you for reading, ily <3
and *gags* school starts for me tomorrow :(
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i rush into life,
into this delicate mess
of hands and dreams,
and as i catch them
in a wretched grip
like they're lifelines,
feeling the cracks
screaming against my palm
before everything
quietly ruptures,
i realize
such wondrous things
are made of glass,
just like your heart
when it's your first one.
these gifts
are like birds
lightly perched on your arm,
ready to take off
like hope with wings,
like breath
when stolen from your lips
to give air
to another.
i rush into life
like it's a flower
on the cusp of death
after a sweet summer,
and i need to catch
each petal
between my teeth
as they fall.
i stumble closer,
and find
that i haven't accounted
for the thorns
and how they would
scrape at my cheeks,
bringing out the ruby
tears.
i'm fated to rest
my head
on the hard ground
of winter
as cold wind
nips at my bare feet.
i rush into life,
skin torn
and bleeding
an alarming violet
(crimson is only
for the sharps)
from all the sudden
moments
of softness and beauty
that i crashed into,
mind-spinning,
memories cutting into me
gently,
because everything
i love
is tied closely
to you
despite my efforts
to cut the strings loose.
i rush into life,
hands cupped
and ready to catch
anything that falls
from the heavens,
or to pull up
what reaches from hell,
wanting to feel everything
before the paralyzing cold
catches up to me,
and i'm numb to the world
once again.
love,
mari
YOU ARE READING
for the tarnished hearts
Poetrypoetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with...
