i was born to be dismantled by a tremendous glacial creature and punctured through nude skin, my blood now crystalline, plentiful. (i promised i’d let it destroy all of my body parts that weren’t utterly, perfectly new.) it lined up my bones up in a row (a gentle push was all it took for them to topple over themselves, sent into a bone that bled the shatter of a billion snowstorms.) and now the (my) seracs that have been built threaten to topple, destroy, if not handled with care on their, (on my) own time. the winter is colored frozen but it passes through so solemnly (I was always told it was so violent in its harsh, blue cover of darkness) when it engulfs the earth and bends the atmosphere to its will. i’ve heard its song somewhere before, a subtle glisten of sweet remembrance. it knows i am waiting for it, saving my last, fleeting moment before death in the small hope that one of its small tendons will completely obliterate me.

wholeness by delirious-eyes, literature

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wholeness

i'm diving inwards, Crawling into the parts of you That help me breathe Because, When you don't breathe, I don't either. (I've fallen apart, I'm hoping that it will pass before you do.) You fill the capacity And make space for more than just Growth and sore Muscles. You can run and your legs can stretch, And I can feel you when you Drop Into me. Farther away from a dark stretch of chlorine and fake pool water. Help me flower and Create something new, Help me to bloom before I devour into You. When you fill me up It feels unnatural Sometimes. (Being open to you feels Unnatural.) I try to absorb into you But I reek of the same depressive Shower I don't take for Weeks. Will you Bathe me and warm me Up? Can I ever become Whole?

scatter by delirious-eyes, literature

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scatter

A painting, Fresh in my mind. Paint strokes bit to decibels, Visibly. A stroke of weakness. Everything is messy - I am messy. Mess that clutters and turns into A scatter of a roundabout of everything that seems Unmovable and unfixable. I used to think familiar things couldn't make me Feel, And they certainly can't be found new Once you've taken and spoiled Them. Although…. I am endlessly attached to you, Choosing to Be weak with you Instead of to be Cowardly. You are found new to me Everyday, Clean and whole, It seems as if you leave Nothing behind.

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comfortably loved by delirious-eyes, literature

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comfortably loved

There are times when my headspace is rushed, Washed away and all that's left is vertigo and a sense of Unsatisfaction. Somedays I want to be someone else, Beyond a shadow of a doubt someone who means something to someone, Someone who can satisfy and leave nothing behind. When you touch me it feels like the earth is cracking. Wildflowers match nothing like the fire that burns inside of you, Heatstroke and sunburn from giving Garden weeds bits of your soil and sun. I'm cracked when I'm with you, Bits of scattered sunlight that fall unevenly, Happiness in unusual places but Searching for it and finding nothing but bits of string that lead nowhere And more cracked soil. The thing is, sometimes I try to convince myself that you don't need more Cracked earth to match your cracked earth, You need water and pristine sunshine that yearns for your touch to Breathe. Surely, My truth lies beyond broken soil, full of dust and things Left far behind. You're one half to my whole, And you're a

theo by delirious-eyes, literature

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theo

love isn’t subtle and love doesn’t break when you touch it. love is leaving and feeling whole when you’ve been left. i think about people that’ve hurt me, steering their body onto mine and making me feel as if giving someone a second chance means to forget why you never gave them a first. i think deep down most of us know that we’ve come across angels, with wings spread and hair that glows a halo onto everything they touch. they aren’t as beautiful as i once thought they would be. sometimes they’re dirty. uglier than i thought they’d be. their body naked and their fingers crushed from fallin

i'd surely love to shatter you by delirious-eyes, literature

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i'd surely love to shatter you

she was the catalyst of my dreams - even in slow motion she looked like white satin - so beautiful, but beautiful things can’t be touched. she can’t be touched. if she told you she didn’t want you - you’d be on your knees in a second because you thought and you still think you can negotiate her love away, too. there’s this gut reactive feeling i get when i’m with her. i feel disgusting, uncomfortable, because i know the truth about how i feel and who i am. i can tell that she sees this and i can tell that she knows that i don’t really see her for who she wants to be seen as. she feels this, too.

clear conscience by delirious-eyes, literature

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clear conscience

find me, pick me out of a crowd and pick apart all of my petals and tear up all of the seams that have been sewn into me as i’ve grown older. i’ve had them implanted in my body for so long that i’ve forgotten what it feels like to not have them in. when i watch you destroy parts of me there’s solace in knowing that you’d known enough about me to remind me that to be hurt is to be human. touch can be quantified with warmness and looseness, and fairness and forgiveness. but you always took it too far. there’s something aggressive and black in your touch that’s absorbed and planted itself in the lin

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