Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Please be patient with me. Sometimes when I’m quiet it’s because I need to figure myself out. It’s not because I don’t want to talk. Sometimes there are no words for my thoughts.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Senseless violence is a prerogative of youth, which has much energy but little talent for the constructive.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
There are certain people who aren’t meant to fit into your life, no matter how much you want them to.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
My kisses have left their marks оn your shoulders
Like fiery bites of a snake.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I want to be seduced by a man, I run out again, feather to the wind, full of wild expectations, out in the spring night.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
My parents are redoing their porch,
peeling off the wallpaper and painting it
the color of fog оn wet mornings.
We soak the paper and some of it comes off
in long strips. It’s satisfying
to tear and rip and shred it from the wall.
Other pieces cling to the paint
like meat to a bone and we scrape at it
wanting to expose the room’s underbelly,
the old wood panels underneath.
Sometimes I want to peel back
the layers of my heart and find
what I’ve left behind, what I’ve hidden;
the soft bones, the part of me that’s true.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.
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