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A self-reflective(?) poem about not sacrificing yourself to love. (Basically me trying to be Ocean Voung... jk) Thank you for reading! <3

light me home

there's a name that begins with yesterday

there's a name that begins with yesterday when nothing will change the way the wasp

kamikazes its way to your swinging light bulb

kamikazes its way to your swinging light bulb and shreds its way to your wall.

her father

her father loved in hot welts—

her father loved in hot welts—like sugar plums—

her father loved in hot welts—like sugar plums—like tough love

or how you can make home out of skeletons if you

or how you can make home out of skeletons if you have something to fill the middle—

or how you can make home out of skeletons if you have something to fill the middle—mangle yourself anew—

because your mother told you you were beautiful

because your mother told you you were beautiful once.

because your mother told you you were beautiful once. says you cried your way into this war like your

because your mother told you you were beautiful once. says you cried your way into this war like your father's anger.

held by the ankle & swinging.

like hundreds of bulbs that spill over your tongue

like hundreds of bulbs that spill over your tongue in white noise &

like hundreds of bulbs that spill over your tongue in white noise & your mother knows this girl will make the world drag

from her ankles.

from her ankles. you run your hands through her hair

& they come away gold in wing dust

& they come away gold in wing dust & bleached pages.

she whittles you down to open your mouth & grabs

she whittles you down to open your mouth & grabs the rocking moon from the walls of your throat—

then.

our daughter will

our daughter will supernova.

our daughter will supernova. reek of moonshine

once you cut the string and

make yourself a home.

(i.n.)

this poem was meant to be a 'portrait' poem, which is a self-reflective poem, but it quickly became very abstract. but i do think this reflects the thoughts i have for the future for myself, in pushing yourself to be enough for someone and not 'letting your light die out', if that makes sense.

i don't think i need to explain this poem as it is very abstract (inspired by poets such as Ocean Vuong) but it basically is just a poem on me not trying to change for a significant other in the future and not sacrificing what makes someone themselves.

thank you for reading and stay safe! x (the blue thing behind the mask is another filter XP)

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