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7.0k · Feb 2019
Tell me I’m pretty
Grace Willow Feb 2019
Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again
565 · Dec 2018
Your lips are a poison
Grace Willow Dec 2018
Your lips are a poison, burning the back of my throat with the taste of you
But I can’t help but crave just one more sip.
391 · Oct 2017
I want.
Grace Willow Oct 2017
I want to hold your hand.
And your hand only.
I want to call you mine.
But I've never done so before.
I want to sit with you,
Beneath the dark night sky.
I want to listen to your voice over the phone.
Midnight passing hours ago.
I want to wake up to your good morning messages.
And fall asleep to your good night.
I want all these things.
Thing I may not need.
Yet yearn for, nonetheless.
I'm in a sort of mushy mood right now because consistency doesn't exist.
389 · Oct 2017
Homesick
Grace Willow Oct 2017
I'm homesick for a home I've never been.
Yearning for a place that is found on no map.
Longing for the nonexistent.

- forever a traveller.
265 · Apr 11
Take All of Me
Grace Willow Apr 11
I’d tear myself limb from limb
If only you would love me more.
Broken bones for you to nurse,
A fragile body to be saved.
To make myself smaller and smaller
Until I was finally gone.
Maybe if I wasn’t here,
You’d truly pity me.
i lost access to this account for a couple years, finally recovered it. thought i might as well get back into writing :) this one is based on the thoughts little 10 year old me struggled with
264 · Feb 2018
Wandering one
Grace Willow Feb 2018
To leave this world and fly away.
Those are the dreams of the wanderer.
237 · Nov 2017
Untitled
Grace Willow Nov 2017
In this point of my life you are so much more than a pretty face.
236 · May 2019
Am I worthy of love?
Grace Willow May 2019
Am I worthy of love?
Me
Tainted and bathing with sinners
Disgusting, unnatural.
The only thing a man will truly hate
How dare I mingle with their kind.
Ever long are the days words will pass only in hushed tones
If I had the voice I would scream aloud my thoughts
Let myself be free
But I am trapped in this chamber of normality
I may try my words, but no matter what I try
These pleas won’t stick to bare walls
My moms being homophobic so I made whatever this is :))))
Grace Willow Nov 2019
It has been three days since my last confession
I beg you, Lord to listen to my prayers
Accept my words and let myself become new again
The holy spirit is a strong one, guiding me back to your light in times of great darkness
Yet today I fear I have strayed far from your light
Sister Marian was in a great deal of pain
I was unable to cleanse her of her true sin
Wayward souls are mine to correct, Lord, I know
But at times their sin is heavier then I may heal
So I only had one other way to truly cleanse her
Forgive me father please
She is in your hands now, her cleanliness immortalized.
We wrote about an unreliable narrator in creative writing, thought I’d share.
181 · Jun 2020
Tears of the gods
Grace Willow Jun 2020
With gentle fingers she molded the clay
Every line etched in was deliberate
Two eyes, a nose, a mouth
A face slowly began to form.

A warm smile, a youthful glow
Her creation was complete
She sent it off into the world,
Free to love and learn

The little person lived a great life
Yet something was never right
The nose, the eyes, the arms
An issue would be found

She heard the clay’s prayers to her
“Why did you make me this way?”
Golden streams fell from the goddess
Her creations never loved her back
I am not religious but sometimes writing like this can be fun. I hope this makes sense
Grace Willow Nov 2019
I want to hold your hand as we dance under the moonlight
Let ourselves be free
Open
No fear of closeness or vulnerability
We can laugh and love
Yell out into the stars of another world
Letting the universe know that I’ve chosen you
But just your eyes on me is enough for me to choke and stumble
I just want the world to know that you’re mine
Grace Willow Apr 17
If we didn’t speak then maybe I could pretend I was a better person.
Pretend who I am now is good and absolved of wrongdoings.
Pretend my regrets only reside in what’s been unspoken.
As if my actions don’t hold the weight I know they do.
regret is a tricky thing. i’m still trying to process my thoughts on it all

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