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jǫrð Aug 2020
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮
𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓮
jǫrð Sep 2020
𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽, 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽
𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝒹 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓼
jǫrð Aug 2020
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝
𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 & 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤
jǫrð Jun 2017
𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢
𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡
𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫
𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔴𝔢𝔭𝔱, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔢
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔥 𝔰𝔬 𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫
The History: His hair as he aged became a rusty auburn. In his youth, I'd call it a golden strawberry. That was what I fell for. When the bullies came, I put myself on the front lines. Almost like fighting for America: bitter when it sinks in that the recruiter gets paid to lie.
jǫrð Apr 2019
𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓹
𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼
𝓐 𝓱𝓪𝔃𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓐 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼,  𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮
𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔃 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮
𝓐 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘
𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭
The History:
A dream I had that reminds me of a Thomas Kinkade painting;
You were within my sight. A nocturne energy hung, as if we had met early on a brisk dewed morning. There was nothing beyond the walls but blue skies and cumulus clouds. Pocket realities.
jǫrð Mar 2019
ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ ʇɹɐd∀
ǝɯ ʞɔıd uɐɔ noʎ 'ǝǝɹʇ ʇınɹɟ ∀
ɥʇɐǝuǝq ǝɯ ʎɹnᙠ
The History:
Unconditional love and Forgivness are my driving principles in this world. People seek comfort and familiarity when they are struggling. They return to their past and try to reconcile. I remind those who've hurt me that they're human, capable of making mistakes and moving past them. Even the most heinous criminals deserve a little tenderness. I live with the pain every day but they don't have to know that. Begging the question, Am I protecting them or myself?
jǫrð Aug 2020
𝓟𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓼
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼
𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮
jǫrð Apr 2019
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦
𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤
𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯
The History:
I just signed the lease to my first place with the help of a couple angels. Moving always gives me a sense of dread. I guess it's the unknown, the wild, the lack of control that scares me the most. Alas, I am optimistic-ish.
jǫrð May 2017
ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰
𝔄 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔟
𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔣
𝔒𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢
ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨
𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶
ℭ𝔶𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
The History: I wanted a good, but cheap Moscato. You bought a couple that left a dryness in my throat before we found the one. Another February rolled around, and for my birthday you bought it. We used to get a bottle, go down to the beach and sit on the lifeguard tower with some of my homemade alfredo. That bottle left with me, if I remember correctly.
jǫrð Aug 2020
𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓶𝓼
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮
𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓪
jǫrð Dec 2015
ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔰
𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲

ℑ𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢
ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔡, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯
The History: You said your Uncle owned an island in the Halifax, so we went camping. You stood outside the canoe in your shoes and pushed me the entire way there, I thought you were my Atlas, but alas, you tipped the canoe.
jǫrð Mar 2019
ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔲𝔟𝔦𝔠𝔩𝔢
𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢
ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔢𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡
𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢
𝔐𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶
𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬
ℑ 𝔫𝔬𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰
𝔗𝔦𝔩' 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔶
𝔖𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡
The History: My working environment for the past 2 years has changd my perception of the world exponentially. Perception is as powerful as Suggestion.
jǫrð Mar 2019
𝔐𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲
ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩
The History: We were young, and we took chances. You made the solitary places home.
jǫrð Sep 2020
𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊
𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖗
𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙, 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑
jǫrð Sep 2020
𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖎𝖓
𝖒𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌,
𝕰𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔?
jǫrð Sep 2020
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼
𝓐 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝔂
jǫrð Jul 2020
𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓵
𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮
𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮
𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮.
jǫrð Mar 2019
"𝑩𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍;" 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔,
"𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚." 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚.
The History: You gave me my first tattoo. I had confidence in you. You started on the second, I had moved reflexively. You had said "Be Careful, Not Sorry." when I apologized.
; then proceeded to tattoo the wrong markings on my Shrike, turning her into a murderous Chickadee. Ill give credit where it's due, I changed the design last minute and the stencil didn't have the shading or markings included. Alanis Morissette's 'Ironic' played on in my head for weeks.
jǫrð May 2021
Those
Glances between speeches
Blue
is my heart and in your
Eyes
Pained is the soul
The History: The 1,000 yard stare.
jǫrð Nov 2020
Words taken many
Ways, you leave me alone with
Fears of being heard
jǫrð Jan 2021
I fell from the curb
Skinned me knee, you bandaged it
and sent me away
The History: You pretended to care for me when I fell and scraped my knee and filled the air with profanity.
jǫrð Sep 2022
That look of innocence
Shines at me
If only until I
Take notice
The History: From across the rail, our eyes met
jǫrð Nov 2020
How will they treat me
Now, when change has shown herself
To my front doorstep
jǫrð Nov 2020
Left here to smolder
Somber crimson glows on the
Bottom of the heap
The History:
I've always been less than average, second best to most. Unwanted from conception, and second there too. I provide warmth. They walk away, irresponsible, forgetting the fire they started.
jǫrð Jan 2021
I said I'm learning
To keep it to myself but
I'm not sure how
The History: We share similar goals, even in distancing ourselves from one another.
jǫrð Apr 2019
░B░l░a░r░i░n░g░,░ ░s░e░t░t░i░n░g░ ░s░u░n░

░l░i░g░h░t░,░ ░s░e░t░s░ ░a░b░l░a░z░e░ ░t░h░e░ ░t░r░e░e░s░,░ ░I░

░P░u░t░ ░j░a░z░z░ ░o░n░ ░t░h░e░ ░b░r░e░e░z░e░
The History:

Longleaf Pine Preserve

Maria - Dave Brubeck

4/5/2019 5:42 PM
jǫrð Jan 2021
You finally said
You wanted me to leave though
I'd already tried to
The History: Nag - To find fault incessantly. In this context, I tried to step away from you, after you called me back, you indicated I'd over stayed my welcome. Are you trying to make me uncomfortable?
jǫrð Nov 2020
Waterproof speaker
On, pressed soft against my thigh,
Your bass shakes my nerves
jǫrð Jan 2021
Tactical olive green
In my dream, the world ended
You came back for me
The History: I dreamt the world was ending. I was burried in my closet under heaps of clothes. I can't remember what transpired, but you walked into view in a gorgeous olive green and I woke up wanting to know what happened
jǫrð Mar 2021
At 1:01, break

Passed a bit ago, late day

Per the usual
The History: Typical day, always running and everyone else is calm, I'm glad for them.
jǫrð Nov 2020
Asphyxiated
In the ashes of what I
Once mistook you for
The History: I was wrong and I don't know how to repair the damage I've done. Without the intent to harm, I have. Is this my nature?
jǫrð Dec 2023
I'd take your
Happiness if given
The chance again
That infected smile
A thin coward's lips
That sour expression
The eyes never lie
But they do fib
Enjoy your demise
You've earned it
The History: You don't know what you got, 'til it's gone.
B
jǫrð Sep 2023
B
Crimson rivers ran on my skin
And within, an ache
Resembled the itch of death
I had met in passing

Weeping in shadows
I locked the door and
When I called his name
He was delivered into my hands

He was the springtime
You felt inside of me
Born to autumn
His father's favorite season
History: Baldr and the Misteltoe
jǫrð Oct 2020
The goings on of
The ocean matter not to
The passive sailor
jǫrð Oct 2020
I wasn't pressured
I wasn't pushed
I just wanted
& so I took
jǫrð Jan 22
Inscribed with some biblical nonsense
The ring that you gave
I gave away
To a man I despised at the time
And forgot until recently
That you exist at all
You said you remembered
I had a kind heart
Did you mean instead
That I'm easy to bed
I have learned to read between the lines
The History: Hello, to you, incompetent child man who misses someone sweet. Where is your mommy? I thought she was supposed to be involved in everything?
jǫrð May 2021
Molded blueberries,
I joked of scooping them up
and having a bite
The History: You keep dropping hints. Told me you'd be hard pressed, as would I.
jǫrð Dec 2020
Consumed and confused
There is no line keeping me
From you, except you
The History: I keep waiting for that emphatic love that fits right and doesn't apologize.
jǫrð Jan 2021
Shoved your foot in my
Doorway, and I'm the one left
Tripping over it
The History: Have you ever been kind to someone who you disliked? Have they ever then treated you like you're in their way? Never compromise, and never ignore your gut as people would instruct you to. People may negate your perception of reality, but you know your truth.
jǫrð May 2019
𝕴 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍
𝕿𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆
𝕾𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖐𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝕾𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍
𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉
𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈, 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗

𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖊
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖊
& 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
The History:

My mother was a golden goddess in her mind. She would bring me to the beach early in the morning to play in the sand and surf. I remember many times being overtaken by a wave and coming out with an incredible burning in all of my head holes. Though we grew apart, the ocean is deep in my heart.
jǫrð Dec 2020
Brought the 62
Eight of Swords burned in carpet
Told me you'd bound me
The History: 'If circumstances were different' but they're not.
jǫrð Sep 2022
I knew it was you
From the way you fidget,
Fantasize back behind the eyes
The History: I have become an amateur P.I. in the last 5 years.
jǫrð Jul 2021
Veins blue in pallid
Porcelain skin like China
Stamped out 'neath the Bull
The History: Affection
jǫrð Feb 2021
You're a young boy on
The playground, sharing with the
Pretty girls you like
The History: You gave me the cookie from your lunchbox and I thought that was sweet. I think you like me but I wouldn't want to assume anything.
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