heaven f*cking forbid this pulsating sorrow
burrowing into my veins
grows swiftly like wildfire,
like deadly nightshades
for each web of my heart to feast on.
tonight, the world all totters —
it’s every shadow
I have been chasing away
for a thousand sunsets,
and I —
I am trapped in all its
gentle, loving hostility —
a small, feathery canary
pinned beneath a quiet, violent weight
my bones can never comprehend.
god knows I have tried to escape,
soar away from its utter gravity.
then again, my heart is a poor,
careless quail
sinking graciously in liquid lead —
in the quicksand
of my own fatal mistakes.
and I do have a terrible habit
of obliviously loving everything
that breaks me slowly,
piece by piece,
shard by shard,
until it completely gets the best of me,
until it leaves nothing but a trace
of my ****** unsightly flaws,
until it leaves nothing but history.
heaven f*cking forbid
these sharp nightmares grip hopes to bleed
with their own treacherous claws,
leave the bed frame undone
like a fae robbed of its wings and dust.
oh, but who’s to say that this heart
still longs to quench the wildfire
before it learns my ravaged name,
still prays for the canary
to flutter off of a fever dream?
and who’s to say I am meant to outgrow
my f*cking abhorrent flaws?
tonight, i know,
nothing troubles my bones anymore.
leave me bruised.
leave me charred.
I don’t mind.
i long to run away from myself
and melt into nothing
but an ash-laden history
I am meant to forget.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
heaven f*cking forbid this pulsating sorrow
burrowing into my veins
grows swiftly like wildfire,
like deadly nightshades
for each web of my heart to feast on.
tonight, the world all totters —
it’s every shadow
I have been chasing away
for a thousand sunsets,
and I —
I am trapped in all its
gentle, loving hostility —
a small, feathery canary
pinned beneath a quiet, violent weight
my bones can never comprehend.
god knows I have tried to escape,
soar away from its utter gravity.
then again, my heart is a poor,
careless quail
sinking graciously in liquid lead —
in the quicksand
of my own fatal mistakes.
and I do have a terrible habit
of obliviously loving everything
that breaks me slowly,
piece by piece,
shard by shard,
until it completely gets the best of me,
until it leaves nothing but a trace
of my ****** unsightly flaws,
until it leaves nothing but history.
heaven f*cking forbid
these sharp nightmares grip hopes to bleed
with their own treacherous claws,
leave the bed frame undone
like a fae robbed of its wings and dust.
oh, but who’s to say that this heart
still longs to quench the wildfire
before it learns my ravaged name,
still prays for the canary
to flutter off of a fever dream?
and who’s to say I am meant to outgrow
my f*cking abhorrent flaws?
tonight, i know,
nothing troubles my bones anymore.
leave me bruised.
leave me charred.
I don’t mind.
i long to run away from myself
and melt into nothing
but an ash-laden history
I am meant to forget.
