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 Jun 19 Kalliope
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Glass man
 Jun 19 Kalliope
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He was glass.
Not necessarily fragile, but the threat was always there.
You couldn't crush him in your hands if you tried,
whether with love or cruelty,
lest your hands be stained with blood.
But maybe all it would take is the smallest slip,
clumsy footing,
and he would shatter.
 Jun 19 Kalliope
Hey
Stop to think before you act
As everyone had always said
When surrendering to the dark
Silence grows heavy
Thoughts begin to spiral
Right before bed
Moon comes by as an old friend
Drawing soft shadows along the wall
Bringing light even to the dimmest flames
Yet one night moon never comes
She waits by bedside
Without the moon's warm light
Darkness begins to tug at her
Until she succumbs to its promise
Of an eternal flame
Not meant to warm
Simply to blind those who fly too close to the sun
Inspired by the myth Daedalus and Icarus
 Jun 19 Kalliope
Nobody
i am a porcelain doll
a presentation, a display
if i crack
they'll see my decay

i am an actor
a phony, a fake
i bind my chest
and hope i don't break

i am a marionette
a puppet, a toy
"look at this ***...
he'll never be a real boy."
i tend to dress and present more androgynous and i dress kind of femininely and it's a pain in the ***. i have to deal with transphobic relatives soon
I’m so tired of loving you.
Of holding a space
you can never fill.

Your absence
is all-consuming,
constant.
It presses.
It stings in stillness.

I close my eyes,
and your face
is still waiting for me there.

I don’t want to forget you.
I just want the remembering
to stop tearing me apart.

If there’s a way
to stop loving you
without falling apart,
please-
show me how.
I’m too tired to keep trying,
and too full of you
to stop.
An honest plea to be able to let go…
 Jun 19 Kalliope
jonathan
I know I tend to
speak with no end to
you bout what‘s on my mind
while you listen, oh you’re so kind
don‘t understand the way you act
so wanna hear a little fun fact?
roses are red
the most liked colour is blue
even though you hate it
I still love you
 Jun 19 Kalliope
Papaya
This is probably the least exciting love letter you've ever read. Maybe my love for you doesn't excite you, it doesn't feel like a challenge or like anything you can win.
I don't want you to win me, I don't want there to be a winner. I want truth, understanding. I want you to see in me what I see in you. I want to give you, to show you, life.
But you already have that, you can learn nothing from me; you can use my brain to think, you can use every part of my being, but you can never learn from me.
This isn't my love for you that writes these lines; my love for you is happy, sunny, green, it is filled with memories of your smile and brown eyes. This is my premature regret, my fear of losing you, my acknowledgement of the free will you gave me, the one that I cannot bring myself to use to make you feel this void inside me that calls your name.
Maybe this is a plea, a way for me to beg you to accept me. Maybe it's reassuring to think that if I say it a certain way, it might disgust you less. I don't want to repel you.
From a love letter I wrote. I couldn't write about my love for her because I don't understand it. I can only write about my fear of never telling her.
 Jun 19 Kalliope
Papaya
Because joy is the absence of sadness
and sadness is the absence of you.
from my journal, 4th of Feb.
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