It took me seven years to realise the words in my mind were too deep for my mouth to dig up I thought it was easier to open my skin and let the truth pour down my arms
It took me seven years to realise nobody should be allowed to touch parts of your home or hold pieces of your heart that you don't yet understand
It took me seven years to realise I will wear these scars forever I'll carry them through every smile every kiss every concerned gaze I'll carry them to my grave
It took me seven years to realise the pain carved into the walls of my castle etchings of attempting to disappear are not a story of weakness but a tale of how I survived
i bring my blue childhood to this table; you bring all of the pink hurt that you have collected in jars, from trying to love over the years. we sit here together for hours, summers, autumns, winters, and strive to make our home less and less purple.
dragonflies in sweet summer air; i am alone and i have seashells. i crave for the plastic sunflowers on our childhood dining table. i miss the devil's ivy growing from the green bottle. the small nameless birds are trying to make nests in the balcony; an ocean in high tide is crashing against the glass. i am cold and these wet clothes are slowly drying on me. i am alone and i came only for the seashells. alone, and in circles these dragonflies in warm summer air. everything somehow becomes you.