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Alexithymia

Archive #27 | copyright to saturnfairycat

Author's note: poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but I really focused on the structure for this one, as it is one of the many ways of conveying feeling. lemme know what you think! enjoy >:D

Alexithymia

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back then I couldn't remember the last time I was happy without trying to link it back to you.

every shining moment of mine was your stage and moment.

made me think that my life was taken over by someone who never truly tried to talk to me about me and how I impact their life.

empty words, empty promises, god and I was desperate falling for it all.

to imagine someone who was great with flaws was just broken, nothing more.

the inner thoughts I had when it came to your actions makes me curl up into a ball in disgust and shame.

how does one really mess up so badly it causes that much pain?

do you even get how that even works?

that reaction alone is scary enough as it is. you seem to know everything about trauma and bad bad things,

so tell me, if you're just a collector to all of them feelings,

and I am just your keeper of your unwanted feelings.

my present and future is looking at my past in such pity it's levelled to how I feel about you.

you ruined someone who tried to help you out,

gave all their patience, love and laughs,

for something that wasn't even recycled-

just waste.

like a floating useless oxygenated suit in space.

you know, one oxygen tank isn't enough to keep going just to get the same result every time.

the kindness, and emotions, I had before the consequences of being naive,

were wasted on such premature things.

I can't look at anything the same anymore.

no more butterflies, and no more pain.

I wished I had saved that bit of extra kindness, and patience, I had for myself.

that extra bit was like the best biscuit you left just for yourself.

that was the last time I was ever selfish,

and I regret it

so

so

much.

I can't even- set boundaries without seeming like the bad guy,

who wanted space

and to be loved just the very same.

if I had treated me like how I treated you, I would've been so much better,

as a person whose been through hell and probably more even later on.

I can't even get exposure from you because you wouldn't listen,

you can't even let me get closure for me because you couldn't get the same from those who you blamed.

so I sit in my room, reminiscence at what I would've been missing if it weren't for you.

Dead muse

Archive #28 | copyright to saturnsfairycat

Author's note: this one literally just came to me while I was in the middle of a conversation with @raccoonboy321 on instagram lmao what - anyway enjoy!

Dead Muse

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I wrote so much about you, my poetry on the walls, and scattered across my room.

I know so much about you, words can only be used as personifications because simplicity is absentminded in your presence.

I read into it too deep, I forget to drop the pen sometimes and my hand cramps up in the same position for the longest of times.

Too sore to stretch out my worn fingers, too hesitant to stop.

What if I forget you? How else am I supposed to remember you?

The feeling of pain is exhilarating as I scratch bloody ink onto paper, dizzy from all the emotions, it spills out in splotches instead of brainstorms.

I get overwhelmed by all the ways to describe you, my imagination runs wild at the thought of moments we can share together.

Can? Or did?

Wait,

Did that even happen?

I forcefully pause as I stare at my writing,

They are just words, nothing more.

I glance down at my bloody fingers in confusion,

What were you like? I don't remember.

But I wrote it down—

Fuck,

I don't remember if that was how you are as a person, or if that's how I wanted you to be.

I thought I knew you, but we barely even held eye contact long enough for you to see my inky tears.

I thought I wrote a lot about you, but all these words— these words are merely personifications of how absentminded you are.

The emotions are so strong, because the blood that draws from where my pen scratches into my own skin are the words.

I don't even remember the last time you smiled at me.

"He smiles at me every time he sees me."

I don't even remember the last time I saw him.

Words, on my pieces of paper.

Useless.

And still on my walls,

And scattered across my floors;

Haunting my simplicity

As my hand stays in the same position,

Throughout this whole time.

Mágoa

Archive #29 | copyright to saturnfairycat

Author's note: can you believe I wrote this one on instagram? lmao being a writer is weird. enjoy!

Mágoa

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Our love was like home to me. It felt like a physical place for my mentality to lie.

On days where the world seemed colder, I seek warmth near the fireplace— cuddling up with blankets and hot cocoa. On days where it was spring, I would be dancing on the deck over seeing our garden— you always believed dancing is best in silence, the only sound was careless whispering to each other. Such sweet nothings filled our house with warmth and my heart with comfort.

Of course, it was never easy— the belongings in our home were the memories and bonds we have made and shared together. If it wasn't for me, the house would be bare to the bone— only left with the original wallpaper that you put up after breaking down my walls.

I know you tried, and you would visit the house as much as you could— but we both knew deep down it wasn't enough. Soon, it wasn't only the world that seemed colder; my breath is shaky as I puffed out frost from my lungs. The fireplace was no longer used, even when I tried multiple times with the damn lighter you gave me. Our garden started to wilt, and home felt more like a distant memory.

But the belongings were still here— and so I kept them near me at all times. Hugging them to my chest like it provided me with the warmth and care I needed, ignoring the distinct coolness that came off it every passing day.

'When will you return home?' was the question I used to always ponder. 'Am I bad at maintaining our home?' I scrunched up my face in frustration. It started raining a lot during that time, it was salty— and made the skin of my cheeks feel dry afterwards.

One day, it stopped raining. Warmth came back— tenfold— but the fireplace wasn't the source. The draping wallpaper had caught on fire, I guess I have sparked the lighter a little too close to the dangling pieces of wallpaper above the fireplace.

How did I not notice the fire? I don't know. I think I have always seen a spark, but mistook it for hope instead.

The fire consumed everything in the house, even climbing out onto the wilted garden.

I managed to get out… But barely. I was harmed, yes. But people came to my rescue— I was safe. I was hurt. I felt sick, our home was getting destroyed and I could only helplessly stand back and watch it burn.

The only two choices I had left were to either stand there and watch it burn, becoming homeless without shelter— or walk away, and build my own house. I reluctantly pulled away at my spot outside the burning house, turning my back and glancing behind me a couple of times.

And then that's where I saw you.

You stood at the entrance of the house. Your foot edging past the door and threatening to enter the burning building. You looked back at me, beckoning me to follow you.

I felt a million emotions. You probably didn't understand what I was feeling— the fear of false hope, the desperation for that second chance, the dread of seeing your face again. I thought back to our memories, and how a lot of them were destroyed by the fire— you didn't remember them at all.

You were giving me mixed emotions, you didn't look certain to be where you are, but you didn't move.

Was this the second chance I was so desperate for?

Do I follow you in?

You seem to be completely different and just the same as I once knew you all at the same time. You must have lost your way, your visible scars prove so. Maybe… I could help. I could help somehow, what can I salvage? Is that why you're wanting to enter the house? Are you wanting to retrieve the remaining belongings?

I rushed towards you, following you in. If I just save the things we both loved in that house, maybe we can restart as something new— maybe just a small vegetable garden, or an ash tree.

The smoke blinded me, I have lost you in the smoke. But I knew what to do, I didn't lose my way. I reached and grasped at what I could, wincing at the heat. When I neared a window, I saw your left hand holding one of our more newer possessions— while your right hand held our oldest possession. I was confused, you were outside— don't you want the others?

I guess you got cold feet, too scared of the flames to salvage the rest. You left, after I hesitantly stared back at you— your eyes begging me to follow you once more.

I was burning up, I was lost. What have I done? I have caused more pain for myself. I gave you a second chance and ran into a burning building to save the things I loved. But you didn't save me.

I escaped the collapsing house, leaving the belongings behind in the fire.

Without a single glance. I walked away from the burning house I once called our home.

A stargazer's lover

Archive #20 | copyright to saturnfairycat

Author's note: does it sound familiar?

A stargazer's lover

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Everyone loves differently,

from my way of devotion to your potential declaration of adoration.

In a way, we are all lovers, but just from different lengths and brightness.

Our constellations of mistakes and greatness form scars in our skin; you may find it repulsive,

but a stargazer out there would exchange their skin— a blank canvas that has not touched a single stroke of our paintbrushes, to trace their fingertips against our lines of stars.

We are lovers,

an ocean of sea pebbles that appear all the same at first glance, but compliment each other so well in our strack contrasts.

The lines on our skin,

the clearness of thought,

the dark that surrounds our huddled position in the universe.

It is lovers like us that shine in the darkness. We see light and colour, like a canvas of the brightest of skies.

But when it comes to ourselves, our beauty within shines from the silence, the chaos, and the void. Because we fill it with our beauty, our love.

You are a rose

You are a rose.

Born with spikes,

They hurt but

that's okay,

Because you are beautiful.

You are a rose.

A symbol of love

The painting of passion

Dyed red petals,

Of nightingales blood.

You are a rose.

Protecting the fallen prince

Bravery in his heart

Fighting for his people

The "hero" killed his love

You are a rose

A symbol of revolution

Banned by the wicked

Loved by the good

A gift from the dawn

You are a rose.

A symbol of death and youth

War and friendship.

Love and purity,

Unity, people

Since the beginning of flowers

You are a symbol of us

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I was bored and I saw a rose

I'm not sure why but resently found i like to look at the pictures of stairs. Probably sertain symbolism of it.

stair symbolisms: growth, progress, and challenges, transition, new beginnings, and even death. Connection between the physical and the spiritual.

W Remington Street, Black River, New York.

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୨ྀི୧ ꔫ ꪆৎ 𖧁୧ ೨౿

౨ৎ ꣑୧ ྀི 𝜗𝜚 ೀ

⪩⪨ 𐙚 ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⑅ ୭ৎ

   ᷒ ᷭ   ໑९   𑄹ྀི౿   ৭ᧉ ꮽ౿

ꕮྀི   ໑𓏲    𖩤𖩣    𖩥ৎ   𖩨𖩣

𖼥ৎ   ꪆ𓏲   ੭୧   𞥙ᧉ    𑄽ᧉྀི

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heart symbols :

ᥫ᭡ ᡣ𐭩 ᰔᩚ ఇ 𑁤 ‹𝟹 ꨄ︎

ᰔ ෆ ❣︎ ఌ ❥ ও ৎ୭ ♡̶

۪ᩍ ❤︎ ♡ﾟ ♡̵ ᡴꪫ ྐ❤︎ 𐚁

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ꒰͡ 𐙚 ͡꒱ heart symbols ♡ ྀི

ㅤ ㅤ =͟͟͞♡　  ಇ　   ॢ　  ♡̩͙　  🝮  ♥︎̼̻ㅤ ㅤॢ₎

ㅤ ㅤ  ♡̲𝆬　  ෆ　  ♡̵̼͓̥͒̾ㅤ ㅤ 𑁤　  ᡣ𐭩　  ᩍ ♡̷

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ♡⃕ ㅤ ㅤ୧੭ㅤ ㅤ♡̶ㅤㅤ ໒ঌ ㅤ ໒ఎㅤ ㅤ♡̶  ᰔᩚ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ໒აㅤ ㅤ ও ㅤ 𝇋♡︎𝇌 ㅤ ♡⃝ㅤㅤ 𓏲༉ㅤ ㅤ ♡͚ㅤ ㅤ ಎ

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ᡴꪫ‎ㅤ ㅤ ♡̸ㅤ ㅤ 𔘓ㅤ ㅤ♡⃞ㅤㅤ 𓆩♡𓆪 ㅤ ♡⃘ ⏜⃞ ♡

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by girlboss ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎୧ kaomoji ୨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎૮꒰◌´ତ `◌ ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ๑ ◟ ꒱ა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱ა

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ໒ྀི꒰ ◞ ‌ ◟ ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀིა ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒰ྀི 𖦹 ˕ × ꒱ྀིა‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ୧ simple symbols ୨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ୨୧‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ೀ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✰‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ꒰ † ੭‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ໒꒱‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♱ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ᡴꪫ‎ 𔘓

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ꪆ୧‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‹𝟹 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ✦‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✿‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎๑ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ᨳິ‎ ‎ 𓄯ᩙ⠀⠀♡𝅼 ‎

‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ᰍ︵ꪒꪒ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ 𓋜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ැ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ✮ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ 𐂯‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ฅ ฅ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ꒰ঌ

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꒰ 🍮 ꒱   ꒰͡𞋴𞋅͡꒱   ૂ˚࿔   ౨౿

ू♥   𓉸ྀི   ᆼᆽᆼ   โ··᪲ใ

໑ৎ ׁ  ׅ♡   ⬚✿   ꩜ྀི｡   𐇛ᩘ𐇛

𑣩𑣨   𓄯ྀི   𓎡𓎡𓎡   ㅜㅜ

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🩰 ۪⋆ I swear you're in my head 💐🕊️

Standing next to you ^^ 📓. [ @misukomatsu ]

🫧┊🍬 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓨𝓮𝓳𝓲 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 🍬 . 𓂅🫧

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