I'm Isabella Lamberty- a published author & poet. I post my writing, edits, + more Instagram: Bellasartweird
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"If This Was Like The Old Days, I'd Make The Mailman Wait Until I Read And Finished Soaking Over Your
"If this was like the old days, I'd make the mailman wait until I read and finished soaking over your letter, until I poured myself into another letter, and sent it with him to you."
-Isabella Lamberty, Lean Into Us
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You can hear it in silence, you can feel it on the way home... you are in love.
"And I Wish I picked up better habits from my father Like chewing gum instead of yelling at my mother And I Wish my brother taught me magic More than he taught me betrayal."
-Isabella Lamberty, An Epiphany of Enlightened Illusions
I had too many hearts to break The moon it keeps me awake As the Earth so solemnly quakes But here I still remain Surrounded by my remains. I had too much love It made me insane
-Isabella Lamberty
Untitled writing, Isabella Lamberty
“I hope you give me a warning when you get married.”
My whole brain and body shot up in the car seat. His mother peered at us through the rearview mirror as she drove.
He grinned. “How much time do you need?”
“At least two years,” Her voice was half serious, half joking. Through her accent and broken english, I noticed a sincerity there– as if she was pleading, get married one day Son, por favor.
His grin was wide and genuine unlike his picture smiles, he told his mom, “Alright, I’ll let you know.”
I laughed, and we all laughed. His mom laughed because she wanted him to marry, and me because I knew he might never marry, and never to me. But he smiled a bright smile that killed me inside. I wanted to say this, to say, “I can’t picture you getting married.” Truth be told it’s locked in my dreams: flashes of our church– which was not very church shaped– all decked out in floral arrangements, and us at the altar, his father– the pastor– officiating. I think, how delusional of me? I wish I had said it then, in the car, but maybe it would've spoiled the moment of laughter, or the little bit of hope in my heart that he wouldn't mind being married to me.