Everything That You Perceive As Beautiful And Sublime, May Not Seem That Way To Me, But It Does Not Give

web weaving about loving someone that doesn't love you back pls<3

—unrequited love

anaïs nin // mirrors // clementine von radics // holly warburton // jane seville // svetlana tartaskova // honeybee: baggage by trista mateer

“It’s hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but its harder to give up when you know its everything you want.”

- Unknown

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

I wanna write a story

about the sun that was once my chest,

about the cloud that was once my head,

about reaching for air, how I was finally able

to fill my lungs with a single breath,

how I've learned about peace and then heard

something inside me crack.

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

I move too fast, it's my thing

to set a pace and outrun it;

it's my thing to collect my tears just in case

all drinking water gets poisoned -

can only hope that I've cried enough

so I won't die of thirst.

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

'Cause I can feel like I'm about to break,

again;

I remember so very clearly

how I was making deals back then

for just a splinter of, not joy,

but potential.

Cycles over cycles, little athlete, tell me -

didn't you pass yourself a million times?

Do you still mourn the dreams

you once had when you were more than stuck

and just needed to get out?

If you wanna love the world, step by step,

how do you do that without needing to resurrect;

I found my place in the world and came back from the dead,

but casket diaries, they become quite exhausting -

take a second, just imagine it,

it's no fun anymore the millionth time

'cause I know by now

how my coffin's shaped and

my fear has turned to resignation.

So how does it come the sun still hurts as badly,

so how does it come that the light on my skin

still feels like it did on the first day?

Garden Snake

There is a snake that dwells in my backyard

who finds it deeply soothing to spread himself

across a flat rock in the afternoon sunshine

until I stomp along and disturb his slumber,

sending him slithering, S-like, forwards and

sideways at the same time in total silence

sending him into the deep green of the lilies,

into the shadows, slipping in close to the soil

where those things hide that wish not to be seen

and I sense the shame of having scared away

a denizen of the sun, of stone, and replaced it

with the shy emptiness of where he used to be.

-GeorgeFilip

Memory does not count distance

Nor days or month's

Time illuminates memory

Memory is pain

So judge me not when I think of you

Memories turn my blood red

Turn it into ink

This ink is What speaks to you now

Bleeding is a slow dance

Slow dance between survival and death

If I told you that the medication for my condition

Is you

What would you do?

I loved you so much, I hated how much I didn't tell you this. If you ever read this I still love you A. E

They asked me whom I love

I thought of the hue of your eye's

I thought of the dark tint of your hair

I thought of the strong perfume you always have

I thought of how we clicked, we never got bored of each other

I thought of you

I thought of you

I thought of you

I thought of you

And I think of you

I think of you

I thank of you

And

I

said

No

one

2018.05.23