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she loves you

she fucking loves you and still you dither between feelings

weighing up pros and cons like passion gone extinct

is this who you are?

some flirty fucking bitch

who lures her lovers in with lust

and then strings them up beside the butterflies in their chest named after you?

pin back their insides and reveal how they feel!

                                                                    -fun game to play at your 18th, right?

#22/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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Heart: Hey, why don't we ever cry anymore?

Head: I’m not sure. I mean, logically we should but...

Heart: We just end up shaking instead?

Head: No, we get cold. It’s called shivering, not shaking.

Heart: Oh, if you say so.

Head: I do say so. Maybe if she got off of the fucking shed roof she’d be warmer.

Heart: Nah, if she couldn’t wish on those stars she’d freeze from the inside.

Head: I’ve never understood her obsession with wishing on stars, it’s stupid.

#22/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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after Hozier said “like sleep to the freezing”

hold on to me,

maybe trap me in a jar with some paper

unless I can knaw my way through, the glass that is

(I usually can)

-

if you shake the jar

with sweet, pink whispers maybe you can disorient me

but it shouldn’t last too long, after all

when I’m in danger I know how to sting a bitch

-

but do hold on tight

catch me off guard, in my natural habitat,

chewing some fucking gum maybe,

and I’ll smile for you

-

like, scrunch my nose up all fucken cute

like, tilt my head to the side

like, I don’t have freckles to turn into constellations

but I’ll henna them on if I don’t fit your aesthetic without them

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I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a moth drawn to a flame 

or a lantern, or a lightbulb, or

anything that gives off heat, really,

but will burn you if you touch it for too long

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because same,

turns out I’m the sleep and the freezing,

the symptom and the solution,

turns out, I’m a fucken moth!

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just like some asshole told me, stuffed nose all stuck up:

I don’t stay on one lantern for very long

so good luck catching me,

you’re gonna fucking need it.

#18/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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every summer I go to the beach

and I think it’d be the most wonderous place to live (during summer, that is)

- also

every summer I seem to fall in almost-love

and I think it’d be the most wondrous feeling to experience (real love, that is)

-

except I can’t swim, and all they sell is ice cream 

and I’ve never really liked ice cream, just forced myself to eat it because everyone else does

- also

except I cant be vulnerable like them, and all they do is flirt with me

and I’ve never really liked that, just forced myself to go along with it because everyone else does

- so 

maybe its stupid to want to live beside the sea when I can’t swim

but maybe it’ll give me an ultimatum: learn to, or drown

#14/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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“Sleep with the fishes!”, gleefully tell my heart,

stomping on it,

squishing the pulpy contents with my shoe.

-

grind it down to a fine powder,

mix it in with vodka and make a love potion

or snort it - quick fix.

-

suddenly, we’re in the car,

agonisingly slow on the winding backroad.

we pull into the car park and I shield my face with a hand,

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I tug my jacket over the hole of my jeans

- growing exponentially larger, today of all days

and collect the little brown envelope.

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black in the car,

peel back the tab and -

oh.

-

click.

-

my heart knits back together,

as if pulled by magnets

and we go buy coffee.

- ABA

#anyone else freak out about their exam results only to do decently?? #as if results this year made any sense and weren't classist #13/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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and I don’t know if either of you remember,

but it was the start of summer last year

and we were happy

and I had never worn a mask in my life

and it was h o t.

so, so hot and warm and bright and golden and perfect

and I was calling one, maybe both of you

in the garden, green and overflowing with life

and as I twined the stalks of daisies around my fumbling fingers,

I pierced the skinny stalks with blunt nails,

and my sister walked into frame, shielding her eyes with a tan hand,

relaying information that, to this day warms my heart;

“your teacher says to stay close to Conor and Eva,

he says good friends are hard to find and you have two of em”.

and I probably snorted, brushed it off with a joke about hating you both.

but I kept that advice in my chest, right under my ribs,

where I wholeheartedly agreed

and silently promised that I would.

#09/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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#07/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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the cold, damp ground under my feet

the filter doesn't fit the paper

(I hadn't yet mastered the art of folding the cotton)

so I pinch it tight with two fingers before I take a puff,

I crush it out and shove it in the corner of a bin, run into the house

with one last parting glance at the spectacle in the sky

as I seal the door shut again and hear the lock click,

I can taste nothing but burnt paper smoke on my tongue

and I hop into bed, minty gum mixes with the smoke stuck to my pyjama top

I feel more alive than I have in months.

teenage rebellion isn’t personal, we’re all just chasing the same high in different ways

#07/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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it’s a hot summer’s day, the last month of school

and break was so close you could taste it

like you could taste the lollipops the dinner ladies gave out in the canteen

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I have history, right after lunch

(I stand outside the steps, arms crossed, I’m told I look very stoic - no,

wrong year, too far ahead, sorry)

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we pile into the classroom and sit down, I sit closest to the door

(beside my crush - or,

I thought he was, before I realise I’m very gay, never mind)

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she sits beside her crush, giggling and loud even from across the room

(she is my best friend - wait,

I guess, until I realised she was my worst enemy, thank fuck)

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anyway, we sit down

and I never wear my jumper anyway

but now my sleeves are unbuttoned and rolled up

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and he reads the words I have branded into my skin, audibly puzzled

-

so I yank my hand back, recoiling as if burned

-

and I forget for five years, oops

#03/08/20 #tw: self harm #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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I have always been the life of the party

although the party has never actually been a party

more, my bedroom lit by the light of a FaceTime call

more, too many saved snapchats and liked instagram messages to count

more, making my friend laugh at the exa t moment she takes a mouthful of water - multiple times

the party has always been less of a room full of pretentious people 

and more me

#02/08/20 #this is lame lol #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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every year for the past six years certain things have happened

and certain things suck and certain things don't 

and while I may grumble

about how I can’t be held down!

these certain things give me a sense of security

for me, this is the last year these certain things will happen

and I am so terrified

I almost want to be held down!

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and schooled back into routine

#im going into my senior year and I am so Scared lol #02/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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step right up folks

can you all see?

this advertisement 

is for little ole me!

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can you smell my heartbreak?

can you see my fear?

the way they manifest themselves

in these stupid fucking tears.

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now do you see these bones?

no matter how they shake

I guarantee you’ll find them

impossible to break.

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glance away from the ugly parts,

avert your eyes in shame

but if you dare get close enough

I’ll tell you who’s to blame.

#01/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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“what’s the emergency?”

the emergency is there is no emergency

the emergency is the colour has been sapped out of life

the emergency is your pulse is slowing

and you should care but you can't 

the emergency is you haven’t yet learned

to sit on the roof and breathe

the cool night air

the emergency is the broken calm inside

don’t worry, when the dam bursts

your whole life starts

#01/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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all of my life

(that I can remember)

I have wished, heart and soul

for a blackout

across this little country of ours

just for a night

to ignore my fears of the dark

and show them the beauty of the unadulterated night sky

(a sight that, so far, I can only imagine)

#01/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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I have yelled at the moon,

cried in her silvery light,

begged her for an answer which any faith would’ve given me

and she has stayed silent, stone.

she has refused me sympathy, left me in silence

but she has sent me countless stars to wish upon,

knowing I will make the same wish every time 

and with these wishes, she grants me the ability

to get the fuck over it.

#01/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia

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London streets call to me,

all their clashing din

and newspapers.

I’ve fallen a little bit in love with too many Londoners to count

and enough to forget most of them.

still,

they call to me

perhaps, someday, a tourist will fall a little bit in love with me

#01/08/20 #poetry #queer poetry #feminist poetry #female poet #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #dark academia