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wren Jul 2020
looking out my window doesn’t scare me anymore

it’s just people
it’s just the earth

i’m already one with whatever lingers in that darkness
looking outside feels like warmth
wren Jul 2020
she is wrapped in the most beautiful linen

white silks

moonlit satin

a soft figure enveloped by their beauty

delicate hands

groomed fingernails

dark eyes

wet hearts

her power takes my breath away

i look up and


she is no longer a pseudonym

she is only the moon

i finally let you go
she was always herself, now i see her beauty
wren Dec 2019
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your petals of light touch my wings
your warm seas embrace me
i am home
it’s time to write about someone new
wren Jul 2019
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i want to start believing that i am mine
i want to own every bit of myself
all of the parts i deemed ugly,
ungraceful,
meant to please others,
i want to wrap them all
in the softest cotton
and give them a new home,
one i can live in too
avoiding mirrors is getting really old
wren Jul 2019
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i just wish i could know the me that everyone else sees.
i wanna see the me that people see as a safe space,
the me that people look up to,
the me that people fall in love with.

i want to see someone i wouldn’t hate every time i go to wash my face and see myself in the mirror.
the one who doesn’t cry every night.
the one who sleeps.

i wanna see the beautiful person i hear so much about.
until i get to actually see that me, everything good i hear about me is a lie
wren May 2019
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You have always been the one for me

since the day we met i’ve always thought that we would end up together

i thought that in some crazy coincidence You would look at me one day and see the world

that maybe You would make an exception just for me

that maybe best friends isn’t all we’ll be

but now it’s been 4 years

3 boyfriends

and 0 confessions

now, i know You could never love me

but

in the back of my head

i cant help but imagine a universe where we could’ve fallen as two

instead of one
i’m tired of falling alone
wren Mar 2019
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i hear it all
i hear Your breaths
i hear Your hands
i hear how close we are
i hear Your eyes meeting mine
we are fireworks of sound
but You hear nothing
i can’t breathe around You and i hope it kills me
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