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d̸̠̞̰̪̻̞͚̍́͆o̷̲̺̖͍͔̗̩̪̮͋́̔̕ ̸̧̡̛̭̪̲̳̮͍͗̈̔̏͆͘y̵̛̛̩̜͚̟̐̀̀͗̅ō̶̡̰̞̫̩ų̸̟̥͎̫̱̘͍̣̟̈́̽̍͐ ̵̝̫͎͎̗̍̓̉̐̈́͠s̵̮͔͔̘̪̯̫̪͓͛̌̍͊̂͋̚ę̶͉̈́̆̆̊̀͒͋̇͂͠e̵̝̎̍̕ ̴̯͉͌̓̈́͌͐m̶̛͉̘̪̖̜͗̽̓̈́̾̓̉̈e̶͖̰̙̎̇̂̓͂̔͗̕͜ ̶̭̌̽w̴̰̲̜͊́̀͋̑̑̅͑̈́͜h̴̜̒͗͠ĕ̴̛̱̒̓̈́̿̋̚ņ̴̨̫̱̳̻̮͔́̏̋̐̇͘͘͝͠ ̷̢̛̺̼͚̜̆͗͂̓͠͠ỵ̷͕̽̊́͆̇ǫ̷̢̨̩̙͖̘͍̈́̈͛̔̌̓́͜ų̵͔̟̬̫̥̻̲̳̹̊̇ ̸̲̏̾̾̿͋c̸̡͓̻̥͎̞̪̪͔̰̀̍l̵̤̤̝͈̼͇̹͕̞̒͊͌́̾ŏ̸̧̜̲͓͕̺͓̖̮̈s̷͔̼͉̫̘̄ͅͅẻ̴̝͉̮͔̩́̈́͌̚͜͝ͅ ̷͔̯̩͉͊͐ẙ̴̺̫̖̲͋̋͑̔̾̕o̷̖̰͆u̵̢͍̜͉̜̲̣͕͖̭͂́̍̔͆̽r̸̡̛̬͎̪̝̒͑͛̿̑͘͝ ̵̢̧̜̻̝͖̦̺̅͑̎͝ȩ̶̡͕͎͙̟̘̮͂̆y̶̧͙̱͙̎̾̋͛̾ę̵̢͔̹̻̲̱͍̀̓̆̍͌̈́͛̕͜͝ͅs̵̡̻̞̬̥̙̦̤͊?̸̩͖̟̮̫̀̑̆̓͠

¿sǝʎǝ ɹnoʎ ǝsolɔ noʎ uǝɥʍ ǝɯ ǝǝs noʎ op

⋆˙𓍊₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓇢𓆸𖡼𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓇗𖤣𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𖥧𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆤𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓇗𓋼𓍊.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆˙𓍊₊ ⊹˚

⋆⭒˚.⋆ ⓣⓐⓑⓛⓔ ⓞⓕ ⓒⓞⓝⓣⓔⓝⓣⓢ ִׄ˚ • 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⭑ ₊ ⭒ *ೃ༄

chapter one: step through the mirror, i’m there on the other side

chapter two: tacky cowboy hats are all the rage

chapter three: i hoped you’d be the one to rescue me, but now i know i needed to save myself

chapter four: you were my lover, now you’re the steam rising from my coffee cup

chapter five: baby, can’t you see? separation is merely an illusion

chapter six: you take up so much real estate in my head, you should be paying a mortgage

chapter seven: i finally have a return address (not that it really matters)

𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯, ℑ’𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢

Ｓａｎｄ Ｆａｌｌｓ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ Ｈｏｕｒｇｌａｓｓ

Lines dance on the page,

Mind takes center-stage; 

Thoughts, and I’m fumbling,

Caught, and I’m stumbling.

Curtain drawn, but it’s frayed,

Clock tocks, but it’s weighed;

Loose lips, but they’re mumbling,

Tall tower, but it’s crumbling.

Weathered hand guides the way,

Beating wings, a new day; 

Knot in chest, and it’s unfurling,

Wild locks in fingers twirling.

Gentle whispers that I’m hearing,

Yellow flowers in a clearing;

Wet grass, and toes are curling,

Light reflects off silver sterling.

Wind chimes, notes on the breeze,

Fresh blooms on elderberry trees; 

That night, a chance meeting,

Mere moments, and they’re fleeting.

Peeled paint, marks its aging,

Deep inside, a war is waging;

Smoky bar, a lack of seating,

This is home, though I’m retreating.

Hush, heart: still your beating!

𝔦 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 (𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰)

ｉｔ ｏｎｌｙ ｔｏｏｋ ｍｅ ｔｗｏ ｗｈｏｌｅ ｙｅａｒｓ， ｂｕｔ ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｉ＇ｍ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｒｅａｄｙ ｔｏ ｓｔａｒｔ ａｎｅｗ

i thought i wanted you,

but what i wanted was the fantasy:

the picture perfect fairy tale,

a knight who came to rescue me.

& now i finally see the truth:

all the time without you &

the distance between us

broke it down to the reality ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗

every single moment that was

seared into my pretty brain

focused on the hallmarks

& disregarded all the stains.

ꜱᴏ, ɴᴏᴡ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴅᴇꜱᴛᴀʟ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇʟꜰ.

& sure, though i think you’re really cool,

it seems that now i’ve found my sense of self.

i thought i wanted you,

but i just wanted you to look at me;

for in just a single glance,

i saw all the love you had for me.

i wanted to look in the mirror,

to gaze upon myself with your eyes.

instead, i shattered the very glass

which did lead to our capsize.

i had my own special way

of pushing you away

because i wasn’t ready

to love myself that way.

& ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ

ɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ɢᴏɴᴇ

and i don’t go a single day

without feeling the sting of my past mistakes

i have to give my many thanks

because even though i feel shame,

i now look at myself in the loving way you used to do

i’ve placed myself upon the shelf, where i deserve to be

& for the very first time in my life, my priority is me.