don’t wake the succubus
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every so often, i forget to hate you. and when that happens, i fall right back in love.
tell me why you’re still on my mind
i’m scared of the songs that remind me of you and the memories they elicit
blue hunnit eyes got me falling in love
the complicated thing is that even though i never want to talk to you again, i still have so much i want to say.
why— of all people— did it have to be you who broke me?
i am conflicted.
how can i cherish the memories of us that are undoubtedly happy— that i undoubtedly love— without falling back in love with you?
how do i reclaim the memories of a critical time in my life and make them truly mine when a rift in space would be closer than my memories and the reality of you?
my heart stays broken even with your face and your voice lost to the void
“I Don’t Dare Say ‘Ghosted’”
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new memories
scribbled like prose
across brick walls
in layers
of crawling vines
overwriting the old
reshaping fireworks
into gentle waves
to wash away
what's written in the sand
i miss you so much so much. you, who did not exist.
memories of you and this place
slowly overwritten by new stories
and old ones reshaping
less like fireworks this time
more like beachside bonfires
or sitting on the lifeguard tower
watching the warm waves
wash away your name in the sand
one day, he’ll be up all night. anxious and panicked. wondering what could have been. you’ll stir awake too from the residual connection. you’ll feel the discomfort in his heart. you’ll recognize it for what it is, roll over, tuck yourself back in, and fall asleep full of clarity that you were right to leave when you did.
what are you doing to me
why are you playing dirty
talking to me
talking dirty
what are you doing to me
Stacey, Space Cadet.
08.08.2023
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
i’m in love with the illusion you created of yourself—of us, of our future— and it’s been devastating finding out there never was
if you cherish me, i will wake up every morning and consciously choose you. i’ll hold your heart as dearly as my own. i’ll protect it better than i could ever protect mine. i’ll love the parts of you that you struggle to. i promise you’ll never have to feel alone again.
and blessings on blessings
they whisper daily
till gloom lifts to shine
till his lips meet mine
he picked up pieces of me
scattered like bread crumbs
and held them close
warmed them up in his palms
someone said to me that lovers raises their voices when their hearts are far apart. he consciously chooses to never raises his voice at his girlfriend so that her heart never has a reason to drift.
the army anti-love poem
my drill sergeants made fun of me
for having terrible aim
500 freedom seeds
23 targets shot
477 hit cupid in the butt
or maybe it was when i threw that grenade
three feet from cupid’s face
that angered him so much
he took my love away
one arrow shot through my heart
and ripped it clean apart
my lover has intoxicating eyes
i fall into oceans bluer onto grass greener through rings of sunlight warm rich and golden into dark skies where stars dance and carry me to the moon when he looks at me Stacey, Space Cadet 08.27.2023