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leopardheart-deactivated2023022:
leopardheart-deactivated2023022:
really love that mary elizabeth frye poem that’s like do not stand at my grave and weep!! I am not there!!! I do not sleep!!! Do not stand at my grave and cry!!!! I am not there!!!! I did not die!!!
poems that give one the urge to touch the stove
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Regina Spektor
(Source: wnycstudios.org)
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It has been quite a while since we started seeing each other again. And it is, sometimes, odd. I still remember how we used to be so close and time would unfold like never before. I thought I had fallen in love with another person after everything went down the drain. But, deep down, you always kept coming back as if my heart was trying to replace a lack of your eyes and tender moments. And, even though, now I’m trying to look at things differently, why is that you still break the balance of everything? As if we were bonded together by time and space or anything else I can never comprehend. I’ve missed you in ways I will never be able to describe and it looks like you felt the same. But I must be careful to not let things get out of control again. You’ve always had this mystery about your feelings which I could never solve and it keeps me asking myself whether it’s friendship or something else. And it made me question whether I deserved to be loved or not, whether I was worth it or not and it is so insane how it destroyed me in so many ways. After it all, why did I let you come into my life again? What is this magnetism that keeps both of us from being apart? You’re just like liquor: poisonous, but wonderfully magical, soaked in mysteries.
