xviii. DEAD AND BURIED BUT STILL ALIVE
written: july 7 two thousand 16
posted: july 15 two thousand 16
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i need someone to break me in half. use the broken pieces. tape them on your wall. add them to your mosaic of broken hearts. of broken dreams. of rivers cried over you. stop calling and then drown me in my own sorrows. hide the evidence and bury me in your back garden. so when everyone asks where i've gone, and what happened to me, you can pretend you don't know. tell them i left you high and dry so then no one feels bad for me. they'll comfort you and dry your tears. you'll do that on purpose cause you know i only ever want people to feel bad for me. it'll be your final and last revenge. you were always so good at revenge.
so now the roots of the flowers you buried me under build themselves around my dead body. wrapping around my ribs and my pelvic bones. my skull becomes hollow and also a home for creatures of the dirt. you purposely don't water the garden but still it thrives. even when i'm dead, life still clings to me.
it all makes sense to me now, though. you always hated nature. you hated insects and flowers and anything that grew from the ground. you hated me, so you put me in your back garden with the rest of the things you hate. i wish i could say i'm sorry that i wasn't enough. but i'm not sorry, and i was enough. you are just as dense as the soil you buried me in. so as my revenge and my final salute, i will thrive in this garden for eternity. i will continue to live on with the flowers and the insects. i will always be something you hate, and i cannot change that. but embracing it makes me feel a thousand times better.
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a/n: got real angsty over not having anyone to hurt me so i can write about it. so i made up my own break up story.
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celestial
Poetry"positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space" because everyone I love, loved, and will ever love does, has, and will fascinate me much like the stars in the sky do.
