loosely inspired by this quote from "beach read" by emily henry (a perfectly amazing book btw, highly recommend it):
"In books, I'd always felt like the Happily Ever After appeared as a new beginning, but for me, it didn't feel like that. My Happily Ever After was a strand of strung-together happy-for-nows, extending back not just to a year ago, but to thirty years before. Mine had already begun, and so this day was neither an ending nor a beginning. It was just another good day. A perfect day. A happy-for-now, so vast and deep that I knew — or rather believed — I didn't have to worry about tomorrow."
and yeah, i thought i should write something that doesn't have depressing undertones for once, so here's this <3
(I ALSO PROMISED THIS WOULD BE A SHORT ONE SO YAY I DID IT (KIND OF))
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tasted the cotton candy clouds
as they drifted by
on the belly
of floating sea, of unsalted blue.
rested on the sunburnt grass,
wildflowers pressing up
against my back
as earth spins beneath me,
the day whirling
into night
before my breath
can find rhythm;
but the warm air
hangs heavy,
a sweltering hand on the clock,
melting the minutes
just for me.
without the tireless ticking
deepening the grooves
in my worries,
loose melodies trickle in,
and i mentally peel back
layer upon sweet layer
of sound
before smoothing them
back down,
letting it settle
note by note
(like spring-chilled raindrops)
into starved skin,
letting this
scratchy record
(generously dipped
in nostalgia)
spin.
love,
mari
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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...
