this little corner is for the things that are easier to write than to confess.
poetry, yearning, devotion, obsession, grief, desire, romance, the strange and the taboo. i like my love stories a little haunted, my prayers a little blasphemous, and my endings rarely happy.
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♱
i resent the sunlight
for touching you
without having to ask.
i resent the air
for entering your lungs
when i am not there.
i resent every stranger
who gets to stand beside you
without knowing
what a privilege it is.
and i resent you,
most terribly.
♱
when you speak of someone else,
i do not wish them well.
i do not hope
they make you happy.
i hope they are never
quite enough.
i hope something is always missing,
and i hope you spend years
trying to find it.
and i hope you know exactly
where you last felt it.
♱
i resent the sunlight
for touching you
without having to ask.
i resent the air
for entering your lungs
when i am not there.
i resent every stranger
who gets to stand beside you
without knowing
what a privilege it is.
and i resent you,
most terribly.