Tumgik
francis4evah · 2 years
Text
Would I be like Achilles,
Screaming for his lost love, Patroclus
Clutching at some tattered tunic he had left behind for me
Gnawing at my soul and bones 
Waiting for death to come
Mourning the half of my soul that was ripped and stolen away from me
13 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 2 years
Text
You don’t wanna help me
you just want to watch me crumble
I’m just a spectacle to you
1 note · View note
francis4evah · 2 years
Text
I keep making the same mistakes over and over again
Just so i know i’m alive
Come on
Someone, anyone
Just kiss me hard enough so that my lips crack and bleed
Someone, anyone
Just hold my hand tight enough so my bones break 
Just so i can smell the metallic nature of that crimson water
1 note · View note
francis4evah · 2 years
Text
i want to stop moving
I’ve been trying to practise stillness
But i cannot get my head around it
I’m always moving, swaying, shaking, speaking
It’s like there’s something buzzing inside my bones,
Something moving in my marrow
If i’m water i’m a river
Lakehood nowhere near my ever flowing stream
But as i hither and falter and sink
I think of what i wouldn't give for a frozen, solid winter
Of the chill of being still running up and down my spine
8 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 2 years
Text
Someone i know took up a hobby i love and i feel bad about how i feel about it
I feel like a piece of my heart is gone
You've taken it with dirty fingers and i want you to give it back
It doesn't belong to you yet you speak of it always
Is it jealousy?
Is it selfishness?
I don’t know
All i do is that i want my heart chunk back
7 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 2 years
Photo
mow
Tumblr media
Happy Halloween🎃🐈三 三 三
40K notes · View notes
francis4evah · 2 years
Text
THE MERCHANT HOTEL
I used to be an angel
Surrounded by gold and light and sun
I used to shimmer in the moonlight, unaffected by the darkness 
Nothing but sweet, unforgiving kind thoughts swirled in my halo-topped head
My skin was silver and my tears, liquid gold
But then as i grew, my body became to big for it’s gem encrusted cocoon and everything sweet cracked and chipped away and now all i’m left with is darkness and the cool, empty air of the word lonely
2 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
I never understood how there is so much bad in the world
But there is also so much good in the world
And how some people’s entire lives have only been one
1 note · View note
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
A little bit about me
Name: Francis Häagen-dazs 
Pronouns:They/Them/She/her
Romantic orientation: Lesbian 
Sexual orientation: Asexual
Age: 14
Birthday: 18th July, 2007 (Cancer)
Yea, that’s pretty much it!!
1 note · View note
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
Q&A thing #1
“What’s gender euphoria?“
Gender euphoria is the opposite of dysphoria. It’s when a trans person receives happiness or enjoyment caused by correspondence to one’s gender identity.
5 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
Q&A
Hello, lovely people. I haven’t been having a very steady flow of inspiration or even any poems at all so i’d like to do something new! A Q&A!! If anyone has any questions for me (follower or not) just leave them as notes and i’ll answer them ASAP!! 
2 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
AUTHOR ANECDOTE: Hello, i just went to see the west end production of Heathers The Musical and i got a Kurt and Ram varsity jacket and i feel so much gender euphoria. I saw my exes friends in the street on my way there though so that kinda sucked but i still had a wondrous time. All of the actresses were super pretty and i’ve always been a fool for JD 
1 note · View note
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
The only thing that let’s people know i am who i am is the things i surround myself with, the way i present myself, way i carry my thoughts and my agony, the way i look, just outward identifiers to let others know i’m me but then how do i know what is me? If it’s all just for other people to know who i am why do i bother to try and change? Everything will go and i am but an asshole so why even try to be good. What outward identifiers do i need to get rid of, do i need to shred and tear and burn
1 note · View note
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
Bleh
You’re hands are so dangley  and they don’t look right near my skin
Their cold touch starts to rest on my sides and begin to travel up then slide inwards like pale, painted serpents come to take this little girl away from me
They begin to move and squeeze ontop of my chest
I don’t know what to do with my hands so i simply lay there, almost dead and un-moving 
She stops, suddenly, like a voice, unbeknown to me is secretly commanding her to switch positions like camo-covered soldiers on the wooden game bored of my body
The pale hands begin to move their way down to my hips again and clamp down like small, dull shark teeth chomping down on my beta fish flesh, almost drawing my sweet, subtle blood yet only leaving small imprints
Further down she moves 
Now i start to panic as she begins to scoop the papaya between my thighs, waiting for the juice to trickle so she can drink what is left of me after i start crying
This is never what i wanted 
12 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
A Heartstring is a hard thing to break
I could feel her drifting
So i tugged a pulled on our connecting, red string until it finally snapped under pressure 
Out of my heart and left me a scarred, bloody mess on my bathroom floor
when i stopped wincing and my tendons stopped pulsating, i looked up
She was gone 
Hardly waited for my blood to dry
Nothing but that bloody spot on the tiling remains of her memory and i hate that i have no one to blame but myself 
22 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
I don’t like what’s happening
Why can’t i cry?
It’s almost as if i’ve run out
But i never cried as a child
Their voices bleed and phase through one another like hot, scorching wax
It drips onto my head and blisters my ear canals
“6.1.7″ (try to decipher this! It supa easy)
Leave me alone
6 notes · View notes
francis4evah · 3 years
Text
A lost future
I remember the future i imagined with you
Dancing in the kitchen in the early hours because neither of us could sleep
Dreamy 40s love songs playing on my busted up iphone 
The hissing of the kettle echoing in our ears
As i feel every groove and bump in your laugh, like a sharp, soothing braille
Life would never go boring as long as you were around 
We’d get our tea and slowly sip as we converse about things of no concern, our latest theories and good book and comic shops around became abundant
Then we’d hazily stumble back to bed
I’d fall asleep in your strong, speckled arms
Like constellations i’d connect them and i’d find our two signs eloping together in the divots and grooves on your hair covered arms slim as the woman who’d caught my eye so long ago
Of which held and swaddled me and i’d fall asleep knowing you loved me
I wasn’t good enough for that, though
I hope you get that perfect 4am night 
Just don’t get it before me >:33  
19 notes · View notes