one of the rarest flowers in the world is the kadupul it only blooms for a few hours at night and is the most expensive of all when i read this i thought of your smile and how hearing it when you speak on the phone is simply priceless
the kadupul, aka queen of the night is rare indeed.
I get scared to go to sleep. it means I’m leaving him. even though it’s all temporary, a fleeting darkness soon to pass, I still seem to struggle with the idea. when I close my eyes to rest, anxiety stiffens my bones. I crave his velvet voice, rocking me to sleep. it eases me. without his presence I cannot sleep, it’s nearly impossible. my soul has already connected to him, it needs his reassurance and shelter, to feel safe enough to fall to sleep. it takes so much energy for me to on my own, but with his voice it’s fast and it’s painless. because I know he’s right there, there to love and protect me, soothe my anxious heart. I need him to fall asleep, because I’m scared to do it on my own.
it’s too late at night and I desperately need your voice to help me go to sleep
If I am writing about you now, then you have stolen from me something as precious as the gem I was named for-- my voice.
Though, I'm afraid our encounters were never quite as cinematic as Disney's animation-- no tantalizing mist of green shrouding our figures, no sweet harmony evaporating from a frightened, rouged mouth in wisps of golden light, and absolutely no happily ever afters.
See, you've always had a catty flair for stepping all over me like a Just Dance Mat-- yes, I'm quite familiar with the way you toy with others, myself included; and the **** has never defeated the Game Master.
Call a ***** a *****; I know very well that I can't change you or what you did me.
I can't undo the hurt.
But I can reclaim my voice.
Through poetry, I will say all the things I wish I had the courage to say to you way back when in response to your cruel fuckery.
I will expose you for what you truly are-- a petty, self-righteous sea (witch) *****.
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I loved you blind but could not see your true colours revealed. I have a voice but could not speak, I realise now that I was but weak. Your words sharp as knives, cutting me deep. Your opinions are the only ones that count and your desire to have your own way... I'd try and resist but get cut again. On my own I lick my wounds but no one knows the pain i feel. No kindness did you ever show. To me. Only to those who did not know. No happiness did ever grow, between us. Un-reciprocated love I had for you thrown back in my face. Now I am free, I try to move on... but the irreparable damage you have done, still lies within me. These words you will never hear, though I doubt you'd shed a tear. You don't deserve to listen. You've moved on to someone new, I just hope they love you the way I did. These words, their effect, is very real. In time I hope they heal.