All of my poetry is collected here. I tend to gravitate more towards prose, but sometimes the spirit of Erato possesses me.
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cw: self-harm, gore there is a beautiful ugly thing growing inside of you you don’t remember when you first noticed it: it got its claws in you early, you suspect, considering you don’t even really remember what life was like before it, and that it’s so mixed in with the pain and the joy of read more here!
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CW: thoughts of suicide You brought me low, so away I go, off to a place on high. And up here I know through the ebb and the flow that you ought to know the why. You brought me low, and though I don’t know, I’m asking myself if I’m up high enough that the read more here!
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My brain won’t let me not think of you. After it all, after everything you knew, you still gave up on me like it never meant anything to you. I dreamed of you last night and I think that I would take you back if you asked, even though I could never trust you not read more here!
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I wish life was as easy as falling in love. My head now is filled with thoughts of her face and the fear that I won’t be enough. I worry for the rest and not for myself and I tell myself I’ll be okay, but I know that’s not why I don’t worry for myself, read more here!
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Another sleepless night, another listless day. Another night I’ve felt alone, I don’t know how to say that I’m no good with no one there and I know that’s not okay, but lately I just fall apart in every little way. I’m fighting and trying but I feel like I’m dying and drowning and choking read more here!
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You are my oxygen, my greatest lifeline, the fresh air in my lungs that grounds me to Earth. For you, I find wisdom through it all, and the path through the mire. You are my paragon knight, my sworn shield and ever-loyal vassal, and I vow to protect you just the same. For you, I read more here!
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Red is anticipation, your nerves and your hope. Red is the lights, blinding you and flashing with the sound of the drums. Red is ecstasy, that irreplaceable rush at the new and exciting. Red the flush of her cheeks, the shine of her dress, the tension when your eyes lock with hers. Red is the read more here!
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