Don’t look at me as if I’m trying to spin you around til you lose what you loved.
If you have it, own it, and no one will take it. And they’ll love it.

spilledink poetry rejectscorner

I rejected what I needed most
I should’ve held on to the pain

I was so afraid of looking into the world
as if the image of it might shatter
the one I had of myself.

but how else could I become real?

spilledink rejectscorner poetry

It’s beautiful the way you’re so free.
And it’s not because you can’t take everything with you on the road
and might be called a women of few possessions. 
It’s because in fact you own it all. 
Every character that comes to you, you do them all justice. 
You’re free because you’re not afraid to be anywhere, as anyone.

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You’re the one infinite now

was the sky kind to you when you fell into it
were you shown the boundless universe, 
before you were drawn from it
you don’t know that you’re the one infinite now.

you are the laughter ringing concomitant with ours
you are the image of love, rewritten
you are the sorrow, nothing could ever do justice
you are the tears flowing eternally behind the scenes
of the ones that need to move on without you.
but you don’t know that, you’re the one infinite now.

poetry spilledink mh17

just as I was getting used to you
you stored me, unattempted
in your wallet

as if you don’t want to spend me
when I’m not at my highest worth

but I can’t be saved.

spilledink rejectscorner poetry

I’m starting a war
against the illusion of love
whether it’s you deceiving me
or me cheating myself

I’m fighting for every piece of me
that is claimed or sacrificed

I’m fighting for the heck of it
as to at least not become
commotionless common ground

spilledink rejectscorner poetry love and war

you love parts of me I didn’t even know existed
they’re still learning how to love back

and somewhere I love that you don’t love
the parts of me that know how to love too well

poetry spilledink rejectscorner


it’s the weight of significance
at its finest

I almost
you almost
we might as well have
but we didn’t

it has broken
and saved me

a life of almosts
but without it
would there be a
most of all

poetry spilledink rejectscorner