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loveria

Inspiration:

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• poem ○

memory.

memory.

me m o r i e

m e m o r i e s

slipping, falling
from between my fingers
and I cannot catch them.

they're too far away.
she's too far away.
you're too far away.

I can't deal with this.

if only I ever wrote anything other than tragedies, right?
maybe we would all be so much happier.

delving deep into my insecurities
I only find misconceptions and pain tangled in the mess
of myself and of others
fragmented pieces and shaking palms

wanted to believe
but I
I can't.
I can't.
not now. I'm sorry.

too lost in the whirlwind that is my mind
and the bones shattered and
extruding from the pieces of my body

I want to breathe colour and love with you.
I want to feel the wind in my hair and sand between my toes
and sail on the waters with you.
I want to live, to laugh, to hold you close,
to feel like everyday is ecstasy
without having to medicate myself with
assortments of pills and coloured
tablets

I am in love with love
even though love always runs away from me
and that is something I cannot change.
it's not a bad thing.
because I've fallen for
the feeling of flying
and stepping foot into a story that isn't mine
bringing page to stage
and a life to this person
dancing in the meanings of words.
and I promise them,
that they'll be able to speak, to breathe,
through
my heart
and
my soul
and I will give everything to let them live
through me.

my mind is wrapped up in the fractals
of hushed whispers and broken little phrases of things
passing my ears each day
spoken and meant
how I am a "reflection"
of everything and everyone
I have ever seen or experienced or lived.

I am in love with myself
and my independence.
it's the most beautiful gift I've been given
the past few years.
I can now look at myself and say
that this is a girl who has
laughed and lived
cried and fumed
been to hell and back
and she's
beautiful.
I love her.
I love you.
I love you.

I  l o v e  y o u.

so much.
thank you.

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