G U T S

i'm not sentimental. this skin and bones is a rental.

inkypetals:
poetry.
you started writing because love was only a four letter word and you wanted to give someone a world filled with more than just a simple “i love you.” poetry rushed into your veins and replaced your spinal fluid, prose grew like flowers and emptied itself into your bone marrow— you knew the importance of saying what you mean as meaning what you say. half of the time you didn’t listen to yourself and you blamed it on lust and all things that were inevitable. you weren’t taught love because your parents split up before you knew both of your halves well enough— there’s a dark side to the brightest parts of us. there’s a brilliance to the angry parts of us. so you cup your tears and it became an ocean of fears that drown your thoughts every night. start counting the days, this is just the beginning of a silent ending. you don’t like goodbyes, i don’t either. rub salt into your wounds and honey into your soul— you’ve replaced your feelings with moments and temporary shudders. you like the raging sea that dwells within, chaos lives inside of peace and your happiness falls asleep sad. your blanket misses skin that isn’t yours. i’ve tried to let things go and i’ve tried to sabotage the experiment. adventure requires that you’re open, success asks for you to first fail— i understand the parts of me that mistreated you and this is a lone wolf hunting under the moon. they ask for poetry that’s deep, so i cut my sleep in half and let them have my dreams. there’s so much pain inside of those eyes. the ones that read this, the ones that outline yours— redefine love for me, give me art for it. do you know how to love someone? i realized a few things when i started to write for myself. you don’t know what you’ve been missing until you’ve really been hurt. you don’t know how to love unless you’ve been selfish and selfless all at once. love when broken down is a lot of different things. patience, if i make a mistake, don’t take it out on me— at least not all the way, baby, i’m only human and you’re flowing through my blood streams. you were not just made for kissing, you were made for hugging too. so i regret the nights when i laid my fingers on you before i undressed the titles that your pages belonged too—
woes don’t sleep well, but my eyes never close. listen, don’t just recite my apologies— understand them. baby, we were made to break, that’s why our bones heal improperly— hearts do that too. trust me— jealousy and envy, the grass is indeed greener on the other side, you keep my heart divided, you keep my smile confided inside of my tiny lies. is it okay to lie? lie to me in the sweetest way, but you know what’s sweeter than a lie? the sting of the bee for the honey. the truth is we all miss someone even if we’ve got it all figured out. it’ll haunt you. silence keeps you torn, but talking takes up energy that you don’t have. it goes to say that this is another letter you’ll have to search for while i’m gone. love is such a fragile thing, but so is life. it’s like the more we grow as human beings, the more the questions start to answer themselves. will i ever get over my someone? the you from the three word phrase that has caused wars? why of course, of course you may. so heal, so love again. love takes many forms. maybe it’s a man that’ll cheat on you over and over again, but you can’t seem to remove his smell from your favorite jacket. like a woman who has been seen out with your best friend, they were both supposed to be working— running away from yourself and straight back into flaws, we don’t know the difference between teeth and claws. bites and scratches— love’s signature. your back carries the weight of a thousand golden cranes all made with the essence of being light. you can’t melt my love down. you can’t thin me out. a rush of adrenaline. love has taught all of us something important. patience doesn’t always have patience and love won’t always be love. it’s always different for someone else. acceptance, i think that’s the thing i should’ve done more. don’t change your lover, accept them. we’re all flawed, remember that.

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