i.
your words drip with crimson
as you bite your lip;
you always liked to pretend
you held the strength of metal,
and now all that’s left is the aftertaste of copper
trickling down your throat-
what happened to the child throwing pennies in the fountain?
ii.
hidden under the threaded sleeves of your sweater,
I can picture your hands shaking like earthquakes
and your fists held clenched;
I worry your fingernails cut dashed lines
into the palms of your hands,
like the ones painted on back roads and highways-
I’m worried where you plan on going
iii.
viewing your puffy eyes and hearing woebegone-winded words
tangle on your tra
I grow distraught at the thought
that my words will turn cloy
under the weight of the waterfall
imbued with my saccharine sentences;
as my feelings cascade like a velveteen curtain,
the ineffable emotions cover you like a coat-
they continue to fervently flow,
and become foamy pearls and pebbles
pooling by your feet
I know these waves of water
won’t steal the breath from your lungs,
but rather fill the riverine veins
traveling towards the tributary
of your awaiting heart,
and for this-
I’d rather drown you in affection,
than have a drought.
There is firewood
where my bones should be,
and wires in my veins
pumping electricity
and everytime we talk
my heart heats up
and I've never felt a flame this warm.
it's okay to not be okay by Tangled-Tales, literature
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it's okay to not be okay
sometimes it’s okay
to sit on the floor of the bathroom stall
and let your feelings gather- it’s okay
to let them pool like a lachrymose lagoon
as the inside of your stomach does summersaults;
I know these emotions can’t be tenderly released,
they’re not soft waves kissing the expecting shore,
let them pour out of you like tidal waves-
release the tsunami from within you
and I know sometimes the tears will sodden your pillowcase,
they’ll be juggernauts- those brackish beads
cathartically-cartwheeling down your flushed cheeks;
but remember how even the clouds
may cry tempestuously today,
only to make room
for m
read when you feel drained by Tangled-Tales, literature
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read when you feel drained
There will be days
when your thoughts overflow,
teeming
like hot tea
in the kettle of your mind
and you may feel
steeped like a tea bag,
as everyone extracts
what you have to offer,
and you're s l o w l y becoming drained
but just remember
when you're put in hot water:
you have the strength to change it into something greater.
kaleidoscope pieces we collide and
burst like fireworks work fingers through my hair,
while you disentangle knots i will
unthread our red strings from
each other's pinky-promises
we were never supposed to fall
in love with falling to the floor
you kick my shins and
i grab your wrists and
we will never love like this again,
you are not worthless and
i have expensive taste but
this was time spent penniless, lessen the pain with
ibuprofen; profound painlessness lies
naked on bathroom tiles and
clutch the porcelain
(heave with me one-two-three)
do not romanticize me, darling,
i am not a well-written story
and you are a half-forgotten m
we used to be a hot mess but im afraid the microwave's broken,
can't reheat retreat repeat what went wrong and i
can't make my mac n cheese. this is upsetting.
cheesy cheery i cherished you but chauvinists are
hard to love, you pledged your allegiance to me and
it was too much-
munching on stale sandwiches, somehow i reconcile
myself with memories just as tasteless.
because we had a sampling of what we could be, but
this isn't Costco and i don't come in a serving for more than
two-
i am not a nation, and
you cannot control me.
i fell in love with the skies here because they remind me
of something im not quite sure i ever knew and the
stillness of your eyelashes remain etched into
my skin like fading tattoos of your name
and i am strong enough to resist
touching your cheek with these
fingertips you used to
call home but not
enough to stop
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