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WtW's resident disappearing act

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tbh, i forgot exactly when i joined - late 2019

Message to Readers

somebody (me) stayed up too late last night (thank you, three cups of coffee) and listened to Ribs by Lords on repeat, then had a ~REveLAtIOn~ and wrote this, then immediately fell asleep. hope you enjoy my three a.m. ramblings!

i wish i could count sheep like i can count all the things i love about you; (aka, that one poem about unrequited love that i never thought i'd be able to write)

August 13, 2020


i’m not sure why i never knew ‘til now;
youthful innocence, perhaps?
maybe, blatant ignorance?
i think denial;
that’s a stage of grief, right?
 it seems to me that is what is most suitable;
for this feels like death.
                              the end of one;
                                                          a beginning for another;
                             the dead – a flying youth;
                                                                             the alive – a falling Icarus
i never thought love could feel like pain,
and i’m not sure i do now.
this – it’s more of an erosion;
humanity slowly being chipped away;
my morality – shaken;
he said he needed you,
         like how tea needs honey,
                or stars need the moon;
and i was fine with that, i guess,

                                        because no one knew.

this secret is a parasite;
leeching youth from my veins within;
buried underneath my cold skin;
but i, for the first time in a while, was okay
                                       until it started to wiggle and writhe;

                                       until you said you need him too,

then my heart turned black and blue;
                         a bitter brittle in need of rescue.

three months later, it's three am; 

i'm still up
and you're the only thing on my mind.

a migraine is tearing through me;
scavenging for any spare bit of sanity it can find,

but in that hollow cavern,
                                               there is nothing,

                                                                          just you.
on a different note; ty for 70 followers, ik it isn't as big as 100, but I can't fathom why anyone would want to follow me at all, much less 70 ppl. so ty! ily! ur beautiful! have a good day, or evening, whichever it is for you. lots of love, stay safe <3


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  • Paisley Blue

    wow... like outoftheblue said, i love the shifts in this poem! This is such a real, emotional piece, and i really connect with it. amazing writing!! <3

    3 months ago
  • Wisp

    This piece reminds me of a jar of overflowing stars bursting into the night sky, filling it up with dazzling heartaches and dreams and hopes and memories and childlike wishes. How lovely.

    4 months ago
  • outoftheblue

    "he said he needed you,
    like how tea needs honey,
    or stars need the moon;
    and i was fine with that, i guess," gods i absolutely adore the imagery here- and the sudden shifts between the sort of idyllic verses to more hard-hitting, real verses are stunning as always.

    4 months ago