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I used to spend my nights hopeless but still
believing in some tattered remnants of a
future, praying to God and wishing on stars
and 11:11 for love and life and a will to keep going,
and I did.
I pulled myself up out of the dust, silent as a
grave and just as steadfast; my bones staying
strong even while enough acidity leaks out of
toxic relationships I set myself up in to rot the
rest of me;
but i keep going until things start to grow.
my gods and shooting stars fade into flowers
uprooted by the base, just like my momma
taught me to pull weeds in the summer
as I whisper my mantra:
he loves me, he loves me not
she loves me, she loves me not
he loves me, he loves me not
petals scatter in my wake and I am happy for
the time it takes to breathe fully without
rattling lungs and heaving chest and I know I
can smile again,
grinding teeth and watery eyes and all;
injecting sunshine in your veins to fuel the
light in your eyes is easier than it sounds and
I don't even need my flowers anymore.
sometimes it takes time to find the one who
makes you want to heal the places that hurt.
I don't need the company of magic anymore,
now I can believe in you.
believing in some tattered remnants of a
future, praying to God and wishing on stars
and 11:11 for love and life and a will to keep going,
and I did.
I pulled myself up out of the dust, silent as a
grave and just as steadfast; my bones staying
strong even while enough acidity leaks out of
toxic relationships I set myself up in to rot the
rest of me;
but i keep going until things start to grow.
my gods and shooting stars fade into flowers
uprooted by the base, just like my momma
taught me to pull weeds in the summer
as I whisper my mantra:
he loves me, he loves me not
she loves me, she loves me not
he loves me, he loves me not
petals scatter in my wake and I am happy for
the time it takes to breathe fully without
rattling lungs and heaving chest and I know I
can smile again,
grinding teeth and watery eyes and all;
injecting sunshine in your veins to fuel the
light in your eyes is easier than it sounds and
I don't even need my flowers anymore.
sometimes it takes time to find the one who
makes you want to heal the places that hurt.
I don't need the company of magic anymore,
now I can believe in you.
written for someone but now isn't exactly for that someone? not in the same way it was. I still like it though (◠‿◠✿)
© 2015 - 2024 32bees
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wow, the language in that is preeeetty sophisticated, it is a great poem