Dear Future Lover,

Dear future lover,

Love is art

Laughter is music

And your name, my heartbeat.

I cry at pretty things

Witty words

And silly songs,

The footprints of humanity engraved in my soul.

I like the way rain falls

Or when wind hits my face,

When the sun shines just right

And when blankets keep out the cold.

I love gazing at stars,

Running barefoot in the grass

And pretending that fairies hide in mushrooms and flowers.

When I walk through the streets

And see the paw print of a dog

Or a dandelion growing between the cracks of the cement.

When I remember the way the earth spins

And the moon follows

And the way stars shine so bright.

When I hold dirt in my hands,

Or when I rub my face,

Or remember people long ago lived a life so similar to mine.

When I pluck a flower,

Throw a kiss to the sky

And feel the past dancing around my feet,

Dear Mother Nature hanging up the future overhead.

I collapse of joy into your arms,

And you hold my world of thoughts.

So when you love me,

True and dear,

Remember I'm not just a person

But an everloving being.

Is anyone else so angry at themself for all the time you've wasted not being yourself? I'm looking back to my days of perfectionism and academic validation, and I'm so pissed that I let myself go so low to just feel important. I've always been important. And it sucks that I took so long to figure it out.

Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

Hello, loveliest people <3. I don't know how many people will see this post but I wanted to at least try to help this angel up above. Being a student, I don't personally have funds to help. If you do and are willing to donate, you'll find the GoFundMe link in their pinned post 💓

A letter to no one

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I do.

I swear it...

Just not on your life.

No, I promise I understand that love

Is uh... Great!

Soul wrenching, shining, sweet dreams

Live with love, escape fate.

My heart is open,

Broken but beating.

Oh, I said your love makes feel pretty

Like I'm floating or... Fleeting?

No no, I do love you.

I swear!

On my own, wonderful life

And us, the golden pair!

I love, love, love

The way you... Walk?

The way you smooth down your hair,

Your eyes bright as you talk.

You're so meticulous

And kind

And you have the best kind of laugh

And even better kind of mind.

Don't leave me,

I'm not half as bad as I say.

I'll just be less depressed and anxious

On a less... Difficult day?

No no, I love you!

I swear...

Just not on your life.

You're too important, for me to even dare.

I love you...

Though, is it even true?

Or am I just too scared to look in the mirror

And say "I hate you".

Don't love me.

It's not worth your time.

Because I'll stay broken and crying

Even when our wedding bells chime.

There's too many pieces of my soul amiss.

I'd never burden you with such work.

There's too many demons in my soul,

When I think I've caught them all, new ones start to lurk.

Listen to your mother.

Run as fast as you can.

It's not love if it hurts.

It just bleeds before my ban.

Anybody wanna be young again to see with clear eyes, and not miss the sound of the music you lost?

Women of my blood

And my past,

I thank you.

For brushing your hands through my wild hair

And deeming it fit to braid.

For walking barefoot in fields

And smiling as I walk alongside you.

I have seen your frown lines

When I wound on hospital beds.

I heard your prayers

To a God I do not fully believe.

I felt your love

Through the oranges you peeled

And the gold you hung around my neck.

I am not the first of us to be as I am.

Neither am I the last.

And I know  you are not disgusted by my existence nor nature,

As I feel your pride in the wind

And I hear it in our song.

I thank you for bleeding the way I did

And drying my tears from centuries away.

For taking my hand

And leading my dance

Just to hear the mirth of my laugh again.

I apologize for smearing your beauty onto a misfit set of standards,

And I feel your acceptance through the kisses of the animals you grazed.

Women of my blood

And my past,

Thank you.

For embracing me on dark nights

And singing lullabies as I fail to fall asleep.

For raising my voice,

For boiling my blood.

For being the flame on my dampened skin.

You are the laughter I hear in the chorus of our music.

You're the sound of the anklet's chime.

And I hold your hands

And say to the women of our blood,

And my future.

Hold your heart in your hands,

Proudly, vigorously.

Laugh loudly

And listen not when they tell you you're not enough.

Instead,

Spit in their faces

And feel our presence as you dance.