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art_ronnie
16/Genderqueer
it's been years now but it's because of you that i don't think i'll ever look at potential partners the same way again
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
because of you
i remember the breeze on my skin and the texture of the blanket i remember letting you in because i couldn’t say no i remember feeling disgusted and asking myself what i was thinking i remember finding out the word for it a word i had already known a word i didn’t know i could apply to this i remember writing my first words about this scared to share my pain i remember the first time i lifted my head and said “me too” i remember the first time i told someone scared that they’d think less of me and now i am beginning to come to terms with what happened to me and soon i will remember all of this and i won’t panic or shut down
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
i remember
here we are, i've found the center of the universe— it is when you are beside me and suddenly all the planets in their orbits are disrupted, they run in circles the way my mind does whenever you come around. the trees dance and sway to the rhythm of your hands, for you are their favorite musician. suddenly all the world's gardens bloom in my heart, there is a flowerbed on which you are invited to rest— come here, be with me. the sun's warmth transfers itself into the adjacent stars below your forehead upon which the moon plants a kiss every night, because it loves you so. and the wild seas would never dare to bring tears of salt into your eyes, the darkest storms would never dare to steal your light, and here i am, looking at you, peering at you curiously, feeling as if i could travel every corner of the world. now, will you please continue to map the way to you for me? let me know, and i will follow.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
the center of the universe
We're almost touching. we were walking side by side, you're talking about cabs in your hometown. I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers whispering "it's alright." We're touching but not quite. you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars. and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile. In this world where I find it hard even to breathe, you believed me. I almost said it. All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you. I want to find home in your collarbones. Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in? I want to seep in your being because I'm cold. The world is harsh and my cracks are aching. Almost.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
This is how girls with anxiety love
galaxies of freckles stippled across skin stretch marks made of outreaching nebulae eyes like stars and minds holding entire universes children of the deep made of stardust and dark matter and yet some find themselves imperfect
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
celestial bodies
i. deep hazel eyes dark brown hair reasonable and kind the earth grounded and content ii. glowing pale skin freckled galaxies emotional and gentle the stars floaty and unsatisfied iii. lightyears apart the other always in view never to be touched a deep yearning iv. long distance love flames with only the hope of an eventual meeting
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
the earth and the stars
have you ever noticed how i live for your texts and the joy of our conversations? i don't know if you have - i can hide things better than i used to. you intrigue me and make me smile (though i haven't figured out your sense of humor yet) and i hope i make you smile too. you're one of my favorite people - i think you've noticed that by now. when i'm not smiling you comfort me and keep me from doing anything particularly stupid and i'd just love to know which angel i pleased so that i've been blessed with you. have you ever noticed how i put you before me and worry about you and care just a little too much? i'd think you have - that, i make no effort to hide. you once called yourself a demon and i disagree - you're a guiding angel sent from heaven, and, for some reason, you were sent to me. have you ever noticed how i'm falling so hard and just daring to hope that you, with your halo and your golden wings and your gentleness, will catch me before i land.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
my angel
i'm so sorry, love i told you - i'm bad at descriptions what i meant to say is you're one of my favorite people and i love our conversations and god i'm going to miss you when you're gone but i didn't i was noncommittal i said "nice" and "interesting" and made it sound like i wouldn't miss you that much well that's wrong. i already know you're going to leave - you're a senior, after all - but i'd prefer it if you didn't leave sooner and if your leaving wasn't permanent you're worrying me now so please listen i'm so sorry i'm bad at descriptions and you mean more to me than i could ever say
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
apologizing
you are the brightest colors in my palette with which i paint the most beautiful pictures you have inspired me to paint pictures of light and happiness you are the stars and galaxies on my midnight blue skies supernovas of light you are the lilies somehow growing and flourishing in the messy muck of my soul you are my muse my inspiration and the one i love the most
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
artist's rendering
where will i find myself in two years? barely dragging myself out of bed every morning alone and stressed to the point of snapping? or, maybe, somehow i will wake up every morning likely exhausted but happy. happy. that’s a thought. a fleeting, fickle thought, but a thought nonetheless. i don’t remember the last time i could say “i’m happy” without it being at least partially a lie. i’m just used to it now. when we had to write lists for inspiration so we could write this poem one of the lists was “5 things i am an expert in” and number 3 on my list was depression! number 5 was falling in love. falling in love. falling in love is my saving grace. my love has found me broken, ****** and bruised. not my bones but my heart shattered into too many pieces broken glass that cuts anyone who tries to come near it. most people leave when they realize that. one adopted me, but that’s just what she does. but my love didn’t leave. she found my bruises and wounds and bandaged them and somehow fell deeper in love with me. thank you.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
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