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With words that flow from an extension
of me
of blue and black ink
stains on my fingers
every loop every letter
it carves a record on page
each stroke opens wounds
delicately stitched now spews out
beautiful red ribbons
blood runs thicker —
thicker than water —
between the lines
it stains
blurred out by drops of tears
each one melts off like rain
pooling in the crevices of cuts
sliced open by the pen
this mixture of red and
sparkling concoction
stings,
         hurts,
                and heals.
"the thing about writing is
  i can't tell if it's healing
or destroying me." - rupi kaur
You're small and cute but made to be hot.  filled with warmth, you're a badass teapot.

-for my friend Cara who Is now a teapot in my eyes xD
My fondest memories of you
Shall be spun into the finest threads,
Painstakingly woven into a blanket,
And worn on the coldest of nights,
As I sit under the stars in solitude,
Watching the Leonids burn their existence ,
Across an unforgiving, lonely, and cold black sky.
I wish you well and let go.
 Feb 2017 Vira Indigo
J
one time
 Feb 2017 Vira Indigo
J
one time
in your best friend's basement
you told me that you never wanted to love anyone the
way you loved me
and I haven't heard a word
the same way
from anyone
since
To the girl who thinks it will be awkward because she rejected me

I had an interest in you not only because I saw you as a suitable mating partner

But because there are some decent ******* human beings in this world who actually want to get to know each other

So just because you said no to a date with me doesn't mean you have to erase me from your life's history

But getting to know someone is like opening a random box, you don't know if it will be a diamond ring or a dying rose. something that once was, but not meant to be beautiful, just like my intent to get to know you

And I carry my intentions around in my pocket so I can drop them off at your door and walk away when you don't open it

I'll leave them behind in case you ever want to see what's on the other side, but just like the rose if you wait too long something that once was beautiful will wither away.
 Feb 2017 Vira Indigo
mk
too many poems
too many poets
describing the
same **** feelings
and yet
throughout the centuries
none of us
have ever found
the right words
// spent my whole life tryna put it into words //

thank you so much for the daily ♡
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