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you are glowbracelets
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
Literature
the things we'll never say.
1.
snakes crawl out of my mouth,
hands like sleep waiting silently
for me to give into them.
i toss words like rocks
across my tongue, skipping
across the lake, and we reach,
hands outstretched, for the sun
but it's a shame it's all empty.
2.
listen, if you loved me, you
wouldn't try to fix me.
if you loved me, you'd paint
butterflies across the wall
to make me smile. listen,
if you loved me, you'd give
me handrails to hold onto
on the way down. you'd tell me
that right now, i'm a caterpillar
(but that caterpillars become
butterflies.) listen,
if you loved me,
you'd love me broken, too.
3.
don't speak.
sure, you cou
Literature
you're so cliche
[my.]
if your eyes were oceans, they were the ones that
had dried up. just an empty abyss holding the feeling
of a lost memory. a remnant of something
you can almost remember.
[dear.]
your lips were always feathered moth wings
against my eyelids. fluttering and sacred,
afraid. no touch was sweeter than the one
which brought all your fears to the surface.
[you.]
your hands told me that you would always love me.
but they also trembled a lot.
[are.]
your breath was the honey-sweet air of the night, gently
stirring the hairs on the back of my neck as you held me
ever close. it was the feeling of joy and sadness.
of good things
Literature
living in your lies
dear girl—
it’s like you don’t even know you anymore. and when people talk about you, it’s almost as if you have no idea who they’re speaking about or whether any of what they say is true. it’s to the point where you started avoiding mirrors or catching your own eye in the reflection of windows, because you don’t even recognize yourself anymore. maybe your hair’s a mess and your clothes don’t match, but at least you can keep pretending that you’re not uncomfortable in your own skin. you’ve become a stranger and it scares you since you’ve always been most afraid of the things you don
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i had been a firm disbeliever in romance for a long while before you. i'm so glad you've proven me so, so wrong.
i now know what it feels like to be on top of the world.
so yeah,
, even though that barely encompasses a quarter of it.
all artwork in my gallery is © me, bailey elizabeth. do not use, reproduce, or modify my images or writing in any way without my written permission. don't steal my art.
i now know what it feels like to be on top of the world.
so yeah,
, even though that barely encompasses a quarter of it.all artwork in my gallery is © me, bailey elizabeth. do not use, reproduce, or modify my images or writing in any way without my written permission. don't steal my art.
© 2009 - 2024 bailey--elizabeth
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