There are kind people in the world
There are people who would care for you
There are people who would love you without expecting you to suffer for it
There are people who would be your friend. Good friends, who don't want you to hurt
There is more to the world than the cruelty you were force-fed
I promise you
i love how humans love. how poems can be based off a single glance thrown to a stranger. how my mother will always have food at the table no matter how tired she is. how we looked at stars and decided that they're beautiful and should be named. how a child clings to his dads legs. how we hold each other to feel safe. how two friends laugh at absolutely nothing in particular. how you might think of someone while reading this. we are nothing if we cannot feel.
my problem is i love bits too much. can never resist a good bit. you set out a piece of cheese under a box propped up by a stick with a string tied to it i'll fall for it just because it'd be funny
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girls fixing their necklaces like businessmen fix their ties
If rick's not a pussy he'll make percy kill a god in the next book
It was the way you saw me, like I was a cherry a day too ripe, the bruise you got while scraping your knee from when you were five ( it hasn’t left, it never will ) , the color my eyelids saw when they were mourning the loss of never being known by you, how you imagine jellyfish to look like ( don’t touch it, don’t touch it )
I touch it, I am consumed, I transform. I did not drown, I chose to break the dominion.
A spare gravestone, I fall on it. It’s blurry ( the death of reappropriation ) the absurd moth you saw from your window sill , the act of letting it linger for far too long, a written letter that your mother tore out of anger, a wounded deer that won’t let anyone touch her ( stay away ) ( but it’s calling to me ) (or do you want to be called out to )
Sickly smooth, easy to touch. Soap covered hands, I bring them to my eyes, they sting. ( I thought it wouldn’t, not to this extent
But it is also feeling jealousy for the first time, it is also smelling burnt popcorn that my best friend made, I laugh ; it’s soft , it is okay
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........the biker tiktoks, they're good (gOD I WANT THEM-)