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I wasn’t fed love on a silver spoon
And when you’re starved for something so vital
You’ll accept it from anywhere you can
You’ll lick it out of the mixing bowl when no one’s looking
Or sneak it off someone else’s plate 
Dig for it in the trash
Maybe lick it off of knives 
Just worry about the blood later 
It’s so easy to find in the bottle the first time
But nothing can ever be that easy more than once
So it creeps down deeper and deeper
Until you’re hitting the bottom
And once it has its’ hooks in you
Once you’ve fallen so far down the rabbit hole
You don’t remember which way is up
It
Just
Disappears
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I don’t think you’ll ever know just how much you mean to me
You were the first friend I had in that place
I remember being 13 and so nervous
I felt like such an alien around people who all knew exactly what they were doing
And you just walked right up and decided we were gonna be friends
We had so much fun being kids
Just wild and happy and a little obnoxious but free 
But fate had other plans and our branches grew in different directions
Though the roots could never be untangled
We got lucky enough that we found our way back to each other 
And we just picked up like no time had passed 
I’ll always have so much love for you
Sometimes it makes my heart ache
And that night when we danced and laughed and just laid on your grass 
Drunk and breathless without a care in the world
I think I finally understood what it means to feel infinite 
Long live us
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I’ve spent the better part of a decade trying to figure out how I would write this
They say time heals all wounds
But the years pass me by in a haze and your presence in my mind grows stronger by the day
I don’t know why, but I really loved you
I think a part of me always will
Despite how fucked up that sounds
And back then
I just desperately wanted you to love me back
I don’t think I’ll ever tell anyone just how badly you fucked me up
Mind
Body
And soul
There is agony carved into my bones and signed in your blood
If you asked me if I would go back and change any of it
I honestly don’t know what my answer would be
Maybe I’d never meet you at all
And spare myself a lifetime of wondering where it all went wrong
Maybe I’d trust in what’s meant to be
And let it all play out exactly the same way
Or maybe
I’d pray to every god in this universe
And beg them to just let us make it
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Art in the park
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I took a test online once
To see if I was the Soldier
The Poet
Or the King
It told me I was the King
I always thought I’d be the poet
I think all kings long to be poets
In the same way that all eldest daughters long to just be children
Why bury your pain for the sake of others when you can turn it into art
Why raise children you didn’t make
But just like the test said
“The sword is at your side”
“It bore your name long before you did”
I never asked it to bear my name
I want to be free of it
But we all want what we are not meant to be
“You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs.” -@atlanticsea
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You tell your family you don’t want kids 
Queue the barrage of rebuttals 
“You’ll change your mind when you’re older”
“But what if your husband wants them”
“Don’t you want to give your mom grandbabies”
“Who will take care of you when you’re old”
You’ll laugh it off
Make a joke about global warming 
Or the collapsing economy 
Or the impending apocalypse
But how do you tell them that's not really it
How do you tell the people that supposedly love you 
That there's something fundamentally wrong with you
That you’re impulsive 
And reckless
And destroy everything you touch
How do you make them understand that you’re not parent material
That you came from a long line of people who never should’ve had kids
That you don't have a maternal bone in your body
And any child born from you would suffer having you for a mother
How do you tell them you don’t want to fuck up your kid the way you were
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Where did my girlhood go
Was she lost the first time I laid with someone
Or the day in elementary when I looked down and saw blood
Was she lost somewhere in between the lines
Of my mother tucking me in with my blankie 
And realizing I couldn’t walk down the street without hearing them whistle
Maybe she was never there to begin with
And the space between my legs has always been a proverbial noose around my neck
There’s something so female about being hated for existing
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It was never meant to go this far
A messy room
One cut
Unfinished homework
Two cuts
Dirty dishes
Three cuts
A bad grade
Four
It was right in front of your face the whole time
Fluorescent lights
A school counselor's office
“Why would you do this”
“It must be that music”
“You’re making us feel like we failed as parents”
Well maybe you fucking did
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New year resolutions
Romanticize my melancholic solitude.
Be unapologetically insane.
Stay aesthetically pleasing
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i’m glad you’re here. merry christmas ❤️
That means a lot more to me than you’ll ever know. I really needed that. Thank you, I’m glad you’re here too. Merry Christmas ❤️
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To My Father
Somehow, the one good thing that came out of you leaving me is I now have this blank space for all of my worst feelings. And no one, at least anytime soon, will ever see them. And maybe somehow, someway, they'll find their way back to you in this vast universe we have? I've never been a believer but I have to believe there's a life after this. Otherwise, what would even be the point? And maybe one day, some historian will study our society and see these messages and think "wow, she was a sad sack of shit!" And they'd probably be right! Because I know that I'm making all the wrong decisions but I'm far too stubborn to let anyone else tell me that. Hell, I'm too stubborn to even tell myself that. But I wish you were here to tell me that. Maybe I'd actually listen to you. Doubtful, but maybe. I guess we'll find out in 60 some odd years. Until then, I'll keep sending these and hope that somehow you find them.
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The late nights and whispers and touches
They were all lies
There was never anything real between us
I would've done anything to make it real
You'd say all the right things to make me want you
Give just enough affection to draw me in
Then rip it all away when you were bored
And a part of me wants to be avenged for what was taken from me
But we both know it's too late for that
Had I known back then the pain and torment it would cause me now
Maybe I would have chosen differently
Maybe that would have been the turning point in our story that went so horribly wrong
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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.
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Late nights in your basement
Hiding from the world
Whispered sweet nothings 
And touches that were anything but innocent
We should've known better
We were a violent storm
And the wind gave me whiplash
Thrusting us in every different direction
We were bound to crash and burn
It wasn't healthy
It was stupid and reckless
But God was it a rush
Given the chance
I'd do it all over again
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Little white house
At the end of the street
Sneaking through the back door
And quietly up the stairs
In my dreams I burn it to the ground
In my nightmares I'm still trapped there
Pinned to your bed
With your hand between my legs
And my face shoved into the pillow
How could you possibly want me for anything else?
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