This is my body you ripped in two. Both halves of me love both sides of you. *As requested by @_ink.blood__ for #bemymuse no. 17
It is not simply being unable to cry even though you are sad. It is not just your mind and body screaming at you “I am tired”. It is not only begging to feel something more than emptiness. Numb is being overwhelmed by everything so much, that all that remains is nothing. *As requested by @sunshine298813 for #bemymuse no. […]
I know that there will be days when you want to die. Everything feels heavy and your body will ache with numbness. You’ll lock yourself in your room, feel the weight of the entire world sink into your skin. You’ll text him and tell him you miss him. Your friends will make fun of how […]
I’m sorry I was raised to be fire. But the thing about a fire is you cannot put it out unless you kill it. You can knock the breath out of me, but I will be burning until my very. last. one. This is me. I will always be illuminating. And i shall fall in […]
I keep feeling the foreshadowing of your absence, that one day I’ll grasp the sheets and no longer find your outline. I know it’s about time I learned a lesson in patience, I just wish you were not my teacher. *As requested by @maverick_zia for #bemymuse no. 12
some say the universe is unimaginably infinite, and for many the thought of this is insufferable; but i can imagine the infinite every time you stay silent, and that is enough of a universe to suffer in. *As requested by @ashahar.khan for #bemymuse no. 11
I was made from dirt, nurtured in chaos, I’m meant for more than just submission. I never want to be bound by the constraints of those who told me that limits were set for a reason. My organs, my soul, the marrow in my bones know that I was meant for so much more. This […]
This is my favorite time of the day – 12am: when day and night merges, the present in tandem with tomorrow. And yet here I am, clinging to you, holding on to today that’s blurring so swiftly into a stained residue. How I wish time would stand still. Darling, I am not done with you.
Let me in the labyrinth that is your heart. Here I am, searching for some crack in your armor, and I am losing. I am losing to the pieces of you that never learned to love. I am losing because you carry grenades in your mouth and I am too eager to hold you in […]
You could fuck me until I am bruised and blue, and panting your name into the edges of the mattress, but you still have not seen me naked. You could worship every inch of my skin, map every curve with your tongue, but you still won’t know every fold of my body. You could lay […]
You’ve loved the most neglected parts of my being. These parts of myself that I’ve never paid much attention to feel the ghost of your touch. These places and spaces, these forgotten territories and terrains of myself ache & crave & mourn for you, in ways no language can ever describe. My body revolts against itself and it is all for you, always for you.