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i am the only one here
and i stand in your place

occupy your shadow
the sun on my face

is your sun
the breath i breathe

is your breath
overhead kites of birds spin

tethered to earth by invisible strings
tonight the sky will blaze with stars

they will be your stars
the moon almost complete

will be your moon
i will be the only one there

standing in your place
  2d lyla
V3NUS
"stop getting so upset
she doesn't know what she's saying"
Mom
she's not 2 anymore
she's 10
she knows exactly what she's saying
you can't gaslight me into thinking that a ten-year-old doesn't know she's calling me fat when she says i'm fat
lyla 2d
my heart fell from my ribs
and the heavy, dense-packed air,
and into you,
my holy water;
you held me up.
when i couldn’t even lift myself.
please, my love, please
baptise me in your everything.
bind me to a world of sacred religion
where prayer is peace
and you are the god.
…i’ll worship you like water.
lyla 2d
you have the voice of an angel.
oh, my love, your eyes:
they are oceans.
and if that is so…
i suppose i must be drowning.
and your black hair draws me in
like the depths of the night
god knows it was made to hold our secrets.
so run away with me now,
your pale skin fading
like a ghost on horseback.
we can be safe.
we can be free.
‘snow white doesn’t have blue eyes’
lyla 6d
when my lips are sewn shut by fate
and i can no longer weave my words
in the way i always do,
i’ll tear them till they’re red and raw
unpick every stitch
and twisted knot,
like the ones inside my stomach when my mind is no longer free
and through the blood
that’s seeping into my mouth,
tasting like the pennies i spent
on the pay phone to you,
and dry as the air
from those summer evenings i spent
head out the car window
and thinking of you,
i’ll speak to you
in withered words
and a trembling voice,
begging to be saved
from my endless melancholy
and worshiping your eyes in the sunlight
  6d lyla
heidi
i'm grateful for scraps
just a drop of your sweet love
a taste of honey
he can keep me hanging on as long as he likes
lyla Jul 4
i sat beside you
speaking of cruelty
and the way your hands move
softly
loudly
burning like fire.
a quick one i wrote in the back of my french book
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