well, of course i've tried lavender. and pulling my memory out, ribbonlike and dripping. and shrieking into my pillow. and writing the poems. and intimacy. and writing more poems. and digging a grave. and digging a grave. of course, i've tried it. of course i have.
words with lovex.comwell, of course i've tried lavender. and pulling my memory out, ribbonlike and dripping. and shrieking into my pillow. and writing the poems. and intimacy. and writing more poems. and digging a grave. and digging a grave. of course, i've tried it. of course i have.
Music has that ability to unleash the trappings inside me that I can't set free on my own.
Inspire and release me while triggering and twisting me into knots while you force me to see myself clearly.
You. Yes you.
The wound won't close if I keep picking at it
But I'm in love with my pain it would seem.
The one I mistake for your face and voice
It
... See moresometimes, i miss not having to explain my moods. i miss the parts of myself that didn’t need to be named, analyzed, journaled. i miss crying without categorizing it. i miss sadness that just existed, without needing to be rewritten into a growth arc. i miss the version of myself who didn’t feel like her inner life had to be coherent to be real.
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