while the neighbors get cozy
outdoors, with their art, all the better
For I am easily entertained
when I wander within
spilling over the tub filled with tequila
onto my novels about death.
Let go please just let go.
maybe he already let go, maybe thats why hes so far.
maybe im just the one that cant let go.
dear me, please let go
i made a list of things i like and you are not on it
i like old fall out boy and waking up late
staying in bed till 1 and my hands all over me
i like when people deliver each syllable of my name
if you write it that’s ok too,
just remember it is mine and you took the time to know it
i like pop music and singing it really fuckin mad when we drive past your house
i like singing it all angry and all upset and all “fuck you” and i like old photo albums and
why or how or who it hurts,
i like top 10 lists and i like knowing it’s gonna be good and i like the smell of my desk when the sun is out and i like driving across the state,
i like knowing it’s gonna be really really good and i’m this spectrum rainbow lining the trimmings of the sky,
and it’ll all work it.
cherry had always thought of herself
as though she didn’t exist
well, she existed physically,
but she always felt like she was disappearing
into the unmade beds
and the creases in the sheets
into the dirty, cracked sidewalks
she never felt truly cared for
never felt like she mattered
somehow, and she didn’t even remember
how it happened
but when she first saw him,
she felt like she could be something
for the first time in her life
Look at me. Right now
as I get on my knees and cross my heart and
swear to you that i’d rather die than lie. Please,
you are the sun to so many plants
and we need you to photosynthesise and
keep us alive. You are so high up in the sky
and god dammit, don’t you dare think that because you’re
pushed out of sight for the night that we don’t want you
to rise up again the next morning.
Because your loved ones will not say it
I will say it for you
I love you till the ends of the earth
and if the end comes I will hold your hands
until there is nothing left but sky. You
are loved. So much.
You are not poison. You are not broken. When
I drink up your essence you will taste like lavender that uproots from
the earth and laughter and skin. You will taste like someone who has
fought a battle and won. You will taste like a survivor. In
a couple of years time you will taste like sweets and quick kisses
off someone who will put their lips to your scars and declare them art. You
will taste the achievement when hands upon hands rip the weeds that
were denying you life and one day, there will be no fingers that rip your petals
in an attempt to suppress parts of who you are.
Please don’t give up.
I know it is hard and losing can sometimes feel like
a part of our identity but you have come so far
and just because there is a road in front and traffic behind you
does not mean you don’t have the opportunity
of going off road and making your own way home.
One day you’ll breathe into the air and smile
and think “thank god, the worst is over.”
All Images by Essine.
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