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vent art :(

thanks dad

i feel so much but i don't know how to describe them.

I’m happy for you

You stop caring and I’m happy for you. I’m not someone worth thinking about anymore really.

I hold a lot of baggage and that’s something you don’t need right now. Or ever.

So I’ll be happy for you because I think being away from me is the best that life will give you.

and I’m a lot, I know. And I’m sorry.

I wish I was loved by you like the way you loved your loved ones.

I wish I was loved by you like the way you loved your loved ones. And it's funny but I should’ve read the signs, we were never as close as I thought we were. I admired you. I looked up to you. and that's where it stopped. That's where I should've realized that everything would've never been reciprocated.

Fingertips were always barely touching the glass it peered though. And maybe just maybe, I was the object on the other side, surrounded by long panes of glass, unable to escape. Maybe I was meant to be observed by you, but never truly loved by you.

It’s been 8 months now and I haven’t heard a word from you. I hope you know I miss you. But it’s time I stop trying. No more waiting to hear your voice, for invites on nights where I get lonely, on days where it’s rainy & the sun won’t shine. I've had enough. and I hope everything I gave you was enough. Because maybe truly, I’m meant to be alone to be able to finally break down the glass.

I was always deemed "the weird girl" throughout all my school years and what I've noticed is that these 'popular' kids are the ones who'll go around telling rumors and lies about the "weird" kids but then act like little miss perfect around everyone else. God I hate public school.

now that he is gone, she must find someone new.

- lover

Rivi is 22 years old. they use He/Him & She/Her pronouns.

they have been professionally diagnosed with:

panic disorder

depression

PTSD

they are currently questioning if they have aspd, bpd, ppd & stpd. They might also be on the schizospec.

they do see a therapist & psychiatrist.

also pls don’t hesitate to message him if ur curious about anything or just wanna strike up a convo!!

also, feel free to reblog. i don’t mind.

Brother

TW: CSA

Tell me how does darkness feeds on an unsullied soul;

Am I the one to be blamed for your viciousness?

Or was it the gratuity of my parents' sins?

Or was it the ode of innocence that tempted you?

An ode you consumed.

You shredded me to ribbons so that you could use them

to tie the knots of your selfish yearnings;

Morphed me into an infernal machine in the pursuit

of your eternal fantasy.

Unbloomed; I was cradled in the soft bed of childhood

Yet, you stripped me away from that delectation;

And impelled me into the wretched abyss of unholiness.

Suffocated I was, as you took advantage of a frail heart,

and ruptured it from its hollow.

Yet I am the one they blame, I blame.

For being tainted, ruined.

Abhorrence filled in their gazes.

But, if to taint me is to ruin me, then let the gods be blamed for bestowing such wickedness on my existence,

For I was nothing but a child,

Slaughtered because of vulnerability and pestering naivety.

Tell me why does darkness feed on an unsullied soul, brother?

The Curse of Cupid's Arrow

We keep igniting others

In an attempt to warm ourselves up

To counter the chills of the world

We keep igniting ourselves

Carrying unbearable flames

And crown the pain in the name of love

The human fate of hurting

To bear wounds and inflict pain

Shattered shards mend together by the piercing point of an arrowhead

In a fit of murderous irritation and suffocating delirium

If I dissected myself, rearranged my parts, would you look at me like I was art?

.

If I tore myself apart, and serve myself on a golden platter, would you devour me like I was gourmet?

.

If I broke down into piece, shattered into million specs of dust, would you collect me and keep me in a clear glass jar?