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Imagine spending all your energy being cool and mysterious 24/7.

What an idiot have I mentioned I love him?

Idea came from a cool post @nouverx made about Alastor’s possible sleeping habits. 💕

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7. Thursdays.

i think of you often.

no, not often.

constantly.

in the day, in the night,

in the morning, in the afternoon,

all of the time.

i dont know if you remember me.

surely you must,

its not even been a year.

but do you?

i miss you.

i see you -

in cups of tea,

in games of solitaire,

in sadness and laughter.

you kept me sane.

i thank you every day.

i miss you.

thank you.

#this is about my teacher #i miss her #love u miss wilson #bad poetry #freeform poetry #poetry #original poem #she kept me sane in secondary fr #we played solitaire together:) #we also played jenga sometimes #the title is because i saw her for an hour every thursday if anyone is wondering

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this!!!!!

Wildest dreams wishes for Good Omens Season 3 which will probably not come true but I can still hope hey!

Number 16.

How I desperately want them to defiantly hold hands when facing down the combined hoards of heaven and hell in the final act of season 3.

Think about it. Season 1 we have this image:

Then season 2 we get this image:

Something is always between them. Which means there’s a good possibility the next step is nothing gets between them for the final act.

So season 3, I want to see them standing side by side and determinedly grab each others hand, Aziraphale clutching a flaming sword with his other and Crowley holding his Bentley crank in his other, facing down the Metatron and whoever else is there trying to bring about the second coming.

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6. The Playground

oftentimes, i'll catch myself

doing something...

mundane.

cooking food,

washing dishes,

and thinking of you.

you, who knew me at my most vulnerable -

a child.

you, who i sat on the playground with,

playing pretend,

and braiding each others' hair.

i catch myself wondering.

wondering,

if you too think of me.

think of what we shared.

i catch myself wishing.

wishing i was just normal.

"normal" in the sense,

that i hadn't really changed

since sitting on the playground.

but i have,

so while i look on our time together fondly,

its probable that you,

who i sat on the playground with,

dont think of that as being me at all.

i catch myself doing the mundane.

i think of you.

i think of how close we were.

sat on the playground.

i wonder if we could be that close now.

i know in my heart the answer is no.

so when i catch myself,

doing nothing but the mundane,

i find myself wishing,

we could be sat on the playground once more.

#bad poetry #freeform poetry #poetry #original poem #playground #childhood friends

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5. forget me.

i want you to forget me.

forget everything about me.

the way i laugh,

the way i smile,

the way i can never remember names,

but always a face.

you don't deserve my intimacies.

my smallest details.

the creases in my forehead,

the marks on my stomach,

the scars from my childhood.

you don't deserve any of it.

but you know it all.

so i want you to forget me.

i want you to forget everything about me.

i want you to forget everything.

the way i smell.

the way i taste.

the way my shoulders felt under your hands,

when we danced in the kitchen,

while we waited for our food.

i want you to forget,

sweetheart,

how to say my name.

even if it hurts me to think of it.

forget me.

#bad poetry #original poem #freeform poetry #poetry #trauma poetry #lmao

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4. mature

i may have been

"mature for my age",

but still,

i was a child.

i will never be a child again.

you.

you took that from me.

for that,

i will always hate you,

and yet,

in my heart,

there is nothing but love.

for you,

for your family.

your family.

they don't know what you did.

they don't know,

that you ruined

a child's life.

my life.

they thought,

that because i was a child,

you had more sense.

but you didn't.

and i lied to them.

i told them,

you had the sense,

they trusted of you.

how is your mother?

i hope she's well.

i hope she'll forgive me for lying to her.

how is your father?

i hope he's still

the same protective man.

i hope,

if you do it again,

he will see the signs.

and he will stop you.

i hope he'll forgive me for lying to him.

i sometimes wish

that i had had the sense,

to understand,

you were hurting me.

but then i remember.

i may have been

"mature for my age",

but still,

i was a child

#original poem #poetry #freeform poetry #bad poetry

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3. corsets and grief

tighter,

tighter,

like a corset,

i can't speak without gasping.

i suppose grief is like that.

a corset.

could you even call this grief?

the five stages.

denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.

yes, i suppose you could.

denial.

it's not real,

it's all in your head,

you're making it up.

attention seeker.

anger.

why?

why would she?

how could she?

i hate her.

bargaining.

what can i do?

how can i make you not need something,

something i have provided the whole time?

please tell me,

so i can fix this.

depression.

i don't have the energy to fight anymore.

i have to cut it off.

i have to put me first.

i'm sorry.

acceptance.

i'm free?

i'm free.

finally, i'm free.

the only thing i would add,

is relief.

relief, from feeling the pressure

of the weight

of keeping someone alive.

relief, from the burning disgust,

that comes from denying yourself

basic human rights.

the right to say no.

the right to a life,

outside of the corset that is you.

relief is looser.

looser,

like the cord of the corset has been cut.

like i have been cut free.

no.

like i cut myself free.

#freeform poetry #poetry #bad poetry

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2. i wish

i can still feel your hands.

in mine,

on my face,

on my body.

everywhere i feel.

i can still see your face.

at the park,

in the canteen,

in my bed.

everywhere i turn.

i can still hear your voice.

in songs.

the music i listened to,

the music you listened to,

the music we shared.

in words.

the way someone says 'pure',

the way someone says 'puppy'.

the way i now say those words.

in everything.

i can still feel the way you hurt me,

even though it's nearing four years,

four years you've been gone,

yet it feels like no time at all.

i see you.

in shops,

in restaurants,

in car parks.

you don't see me.

or do you?

maybe you pretend you don't know me.

i think that's okay.

maybe that's okay,

because i wish i didn't know you either.

#poetry #bad poetry #freeform poetry

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1. not mine, but yours

you left, but you aren't yet truly gone.

not until this place

is no longer yours.

not until i can go

to the café across the street,

but not think of you.

your smile.

your laugh.

your voice.

the way you look when you drink your favourite tea.

you aren't yet truly gone,

not until you're back,

but not mine any longer.

(inspired by good omens, but also my life? go with it.)

#poetry #bad poetry #good omens inspired #freeform poetry #i think?

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we are not weak, nor are we cowards. let it be known.

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@neil-gaiman just finished good omens season 2 (last night). i have some words 😭 please please please fix what youve done to us in season 3 i BEG 😭

#good omens #the ineffable husbands #beelzebub and gabriel are goals btw

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i really dont understand how tumblr works but like.. ill learn :)