a maplegirl

the l o v e r s
….
yes, but what do you love?

...

..

.

in a small meadow where the grass knew just how to dance with a Falcon,
a maplegirl lived.

a horizon line was how the shadow of moments a blossom honours through the
covenant a moonhushed-monkswood keeps with the sunknowings a maplegirl's iris
trusts the fire of the sky to love.

with eyes of a bronze paradise,
echoes of every spell she has ever cast eventually act as a tapestry
she uses to c h a o s w a l k
herself out of the halo of a boxcutter.

she is remembering how to be the salve of her soul.

her soul is the salve of her dreams.

... and what, is it... you love?

.

i love enjoying the life i stayed to blossom into.

the d e v i l

......

...

..

.

so then, why do you keep r e t u r n i n g?

the s u n

.....

tenderness and suffering keep me wondering if anything "good" becomes of the

blooms i am trying to r e s c u e
while everything in me reminds the soul of me that "it's no use..."

/dontyouknow???
/justbecauseyouwantto h e a l... doesn'tmeanyouEVERWILLLLLLL!!!!

/stupid flowerwilt.

... and the r e d r o o m projected a d e v i l
into a forest that knew sweetness was compassion willingly hugging a tear,

until it feels boundless enough to overcome her own grave.

d e a th

XIV

.

she interwove the paradise of her lost to "why keep hopings?"

silence and regret are the communion
wiping away a s t a r.

believing wasn't always a curse.

it once was a saviour offering her own hand in marriage to her forever.
forever meets the wounds of her still.
with compassion that breathes all hopes
back to a sunrise.

into a sky remembering how to be every hue of eternity,
she knelt.

i love having another moment to become the dreamgirl

more than the curses still finding holier names than perdition.

e v e r ♡ g a r d e n

if these words

have ever found you

when you needed them,

stay awhile.

there are more

growing here.

every offering gives me something precious: a little more time to choose writing.

e v e r ♡ g a r d e n 🌹

she almost believed

her darkest chapter

was the truest thing

about her.

then she kept living.

if you need the reminder that darkness doesn't get the final word,

carry this book home.

🖤Diaries of a Borderline🤍

she stopped waiting for beautiful things to become another loss.

she opened her hands and finally let herself receive them.

🌈The Girl Who Reached for Infinity

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