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my worst enemy is myself

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peach fuzz and milk teeth: a study on stone fruits

when i was a kid i used to love peaches, i relished their soft fuzz and grinned as their juice spilled from the gaps where milk teeth should be and dripped down my chin. your skin was so soft and i could've sworn heaven resided in your pupils.

(i still love you)

my grandmother had a peach tree in her backyard, i would pester my cousins to pick them for me. i would lay in the grass and stare into the clouds—i'm certain if i looked close enough now i'd see your silhouette.

i used to savour the peaches and creams in lolly bags so i could have all my favourites at once, i wish i had've held onto everything you gave me with such dedication. i have cursed myself with a forever of longing stares but so long as i can embrace you occasionally and fall asleep in your sheets i'll be content with something rather than nothing at all.

i used to read stories of princesses and knights, i believed that one day my prince would whisk me away and carry me into peachy sunsets. my dreams now sleep differently yet softly, they smell of you and they taste of peach. 

sometimes when in my lonliest hours i walk through fruit markets and graze my fingertips over peach fuzz. its not identical but if i imagine hard enough it matches the curve of your cheek and sunkissed summer days simulate the warmth of your presence.

does the scent of stoned fruit stop you in your tracks like its effect on me? i suppose i never really told you about that part of me.

if believing my fairytales is synonymous with the magic of your body next to mine in the morning light then i will subscribe to such a lifestyle—in a love that's more peach pit than poetry (which was all due to my pride) i can agree with bitterness and bruises so long as it remains mine all the same.

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my 2 boyfriends btw!

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daily affirmations:

i wanna have control

i want a perfect body

i want a perfect soul

i want you to notice when i'm not around

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the butcher's lover: deviations from the cleaver

nothing hurts like you do, i've been cut this deep once before but that was milestones ago now and if i'm completely honest that wound was deeper—but you opened it and sliced through my arteries: this wound may not be as fresh but that's what causes me such pain, you reopened everything i hoped would rot away and never replenish. 

i need to ingest you. i have a hunger that will not be satisfied until i metabolise you. in hopes of making myself digestable for you i will drop my baggage into bubbling brooks, they will swallow even the heaviest of stories. i can leave it all behind for you baby truly i can.

my bedsheets are bloodsoaked and stained but i will not wash them, i can not bare the thought of washing you away, even if you were never truly real, you are not the man you told me you were.  am i alone in thinking it was merciless to make me fall in love with a man who does not exist?—when he succumbs to death's calling there will be no bones left behind—for he is a figment of my dream world.

your barbed wire grip throttles my throat and as blood beads from your touch, i know that struggling will only shred my skin more so i will remain frozen and statuesque. 

how disgustingly gruesome my thoughts turned, do i repulse you baby? if you saw me right now you'd run for the hills, as my skin decays and my brain melts into wishing itself away i'll use my dying strength to follow you all the way there—god help me i swear i will.

a butchery has occured here, the skin of an angel once carassed my torso before gutting it and leaving me behind. i usually withstand torment but i have learnt my lesson this time, i know apathy is my saviour but i will abandon it if it means your sorry lips will kiss mine even just once more.

smoke smoulders from the crown of my skull, my jaw swings freely—if it weren't so gory i'm sure the sight would entertain you, do i still look pretty baby? is my fucked up jaw reminiscent of how you once treated it?

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he says my body is heaven

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I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME

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these bitches dont even know im a girlblogger

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propaganda i will NOT be falling for:

bottle blond boys

boys with biblical names

"i wanna know you forever"

sleeping skin to skin

boys who hate 2hollis but fw nettspend???

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treat ur girl right b4 i EAT ur girl right xo

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my fave poem

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and as i peel the skin off my back and my spine is exposed, feathers sprout from muscle and wings will replace my need for legs and i will glow evermore and you will be afraid to touch me.

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this is illegal 🧍🏻‍♀️

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don’t be a baby, remember what you told me!!!