cytherean

magical fairies in living forest of liquid colors and pixie dust

sometimes i forget to breathe unless hes here next to me

because he always brings me relief first

i won’t feel sad about it just because i have a tendency towards nostalgia

he asked for rain so i brought floods he still didn’t fix me like he promised

unfold it in a way that promotes life and happiness and love

when the words you’ve been craving bring relief like the drugs you’ve been seeking

and they’ll entice you with tales of enlightenment and fables of fear they’ll distract you with suicidal sentiments of misaligned memories attempt to captivate you with enamored enchantments and euphoric eulogies…

wasn’t the first time ive heard, “if you don’t die.. we can be friends”

fairytale figments written across the mythology of make believe

Meditation… A safer word than seclusion. A prettier idea than no one cares. A less lonely idea than just do it on your own.

A perfect way to stay quiet when you’ve already told the people who claim they love you that something is wrong.

A beautiful way to forgive yourself for asking for help from the people trying to pull you down.

A kinder way to spend your time rather than reliving the truth that the closest one to you betrayed you the most.

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