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If you are seeking
May you find what you’re looking for
And if you don’t find what you’re looking for
May you be found by what is seeking you
you have to find
your own voice
he said to me
but he did not tell me
where to start looking
I don’t want to be angry,
I want to run into your arms and tell you all the details of my day.

I don’t want to be lonely,
I want to feel you hold me close and promise me we’ll make it there someway.

But rage hurts less than sadness,
And loneliness I know,
So I’ll continue moving on
The only way I know
And scream your name into my pillow
Just to let you go.

- p. winter
it is very hard for me to be genuinely angry with someone. because angry means you think you deserved better. and usually i accept that i got exactly what i deserved. and yet here we are.
The floodgates have been opened,
Love runs out of every pore,
But, without a destination,
It distorts itself to grief
And slowly seeps into the floor.

- p. winter
Don’t give me too much credit for this, the title came from a tiktok I think lol
 Dec 2021 Marilina
Tryst
Two souls collided
And ricocheted
And bounced apart
And travelled on

Two bowls of glass
Too cracked and scarred
To bear the mead
Love feasts upon
 Nov 2021 Marilina
Cynthia
I'm lost
 Nov 2021 Marilina
Cynthia
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
my heart is protected by a picket fence
awaiting a strong gust of wind

- p. winter
surrounded by others
surrounded by love
yet always
always
alone
- p. winter
I lowered my standards for you.
Not because you were anything less than wonderful,
But because I used my fear of imperfection
As an excuse to protect my heart.
But you, and your imperfections,
Are perfect to me.
- p. winter
What if I never take an old
Professor by surprise?
Or become the face admired
By a young beginner's eyes?

What if I never turn
A soldier's heart from stone to sand?
Or write a rhyming lullaby
That's hummed across the land?

What if my only purpose,
As a mediocre girl,
Is to step aside and let the ones
With purpose save the world?

What good am I if who I am
You never will recall?
Being no more than I am today,
What good am I at all?

- p. winter
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