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not giving negativity a seat at your table
sea storm courage
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I thought domesticity was an illness until I realized I was sick on bad love
A man is just a man until he reaches for your throat.
spread the cyanide over any earth he touched,
until it’s yours and yours alone.
not a scratch on you.
it’s just enough to keep you alive.
you are a fire crafted from goddess hands.
you could win even mythological battles with your ferocity.
Silence is not the price you have to pay for your survival anymore.
she wishes she had a bite like mine.
Reputation doesn’t precede you; it follows you around with its tail between its legs.
you have castles inside your bones,
queens cower before no man.
I will not give up the flowers in my heart for stones
it needs more flower-hearted people.
Sometimes rebellion looks a lot like crying.
Sometimes survival is the act of getting out of bed.
you wear your strength differently.
don’t wait for anyone to decide that you’re enough.
warrior;
why they can’t all be equal parts warrior & princess.
I’m not ready for you to know I am a fallible thing.
you need not leave fruit at my altar.
not something you can spell out of thin air with a rose quartz & a pink candle.
I made a myth out of myself in my youth and spent the rest of my life trying to claw my way back.
I dreamt of warriors and then I grew into one.
the kind of world that treasures you
Now I just try to weave magic into this one.
God never answers, which is what really makes it poetry.
she would throw herself to the wolves regardless.
protect each other from the world, for this is what sisters do.
There are so many other things to be.
remember that you don’t need this ritual to experience self-love; the magick is already inside you.
“they don’t know that you are the sea & the sea takes shit from no one.”
I deserve better than lovers who fear drowning.
her rage rivals that of gods.
They can share our blood.
everyone has either loved a monster or been one, and sometimes both.
Commit to unpacking our anger in empty rooms.
breathe it back out in the form of “goodbye, my love.”
I could finally dip my body in the honeylight glow of my own soft, warm, gentle love.
that I have more galaxies inside me than tragedies.
tell them how you weigh whole universes and storms and scars and stories, too.
We are always in the act of coming home to each other.
flowers in fairy gardens,
we had everything.
