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thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls · 1 month

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hiii lark (cackles ominously)

how are you doing on this fine day? good, good...

i wrote a poem in physics class instead of doing homework [: its about josh and adeles last conversation and her subsequent death [: it might be the best poem that ive ever written [: i have put thought into each and every single one of the lines [:

how would you like to have your heart torn out today ‽

so uh, dramatics over (for now)! i made up. an initial situation for this. bcs like. idk WHERE the conversation that you send me in an ask happens or anth, so i made stuff up and i like it that the way that it is sooo uhhh yeah this is the way that it is hskfjlsd. also headcanon that josh takes honey with his tea...

i have actually put so much fuckjing thought than i normally do into this poem, i can and would analyse and explain every single bit of it if you want me to. genuinely. ive rewritten it four times. i just htink that this has turned out soo good and i now BESTOW IT UPON THEE AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

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Before you go, let me talk to you. One last time.

Let me pour you a cup of tea, stare down into the rippling water as my hands shake. Sip at it quietly, as you say nothing. You don’t even drink yours.

Let me finally whisper my thoughts, voice cracking in spite of the honey, not noticing the tea turning salty. My words, my life, my thoughts, you took from me. Yourself, you took from me. I tell you, release it all unto the open. It took this long.

Let me listen to you ranting at me, as you always, always do. My words have go in one ear and out the other as you twist them back on me; there lies all the confirmation I ever needed.

Let me speak one last phrase, a question engraved on each and every single one of my wilted petals, “Do you love me, though?” Your silence takes its spot right beside my hope for us.

I watch you leave. Your tea goes cold. I unbury my love and hope. Your tea goes down the drain. My water too, tastes like salt.

I wait for you to come back. I think over what I’ll say. For once, I don’t want to take my words back; step aside for you, for what you want. I don’t know how I feel about it. I still wait. I doubt I could ever not.

You never come back.

(I come to you, find you in a blaze of blue flowers, in her embrace, deathly still. And for a single moment, I let myself think: ‘It’s over.’

And then it all crashes down.

I feel worse for her than I do for you. I wish I’d been the one to die in your arms. I know that I already have.)

LIME WHEN I GET YOU/POS LIME. TRYING RLLY HARD NOT TO FALL OVER IN MY SEAT RN I CAN’T I’M ON A BUS WHAT. WOAH.

JOSH WOULD TAKE HONEY WITH HIS TEA. OH NOOOOO

LIKE ALL THE CALLBACKS TO WHAT I SENT YOU OMFG THIS IS AMAZING!!!/GEN WOAGH ALSOTHE LAST PHARAGRAPH. “I feel worse for her than I do for you” NO YOU’RE SO RIGHT HE WOULD. LIME. I KNOW THIS IS MOSTLY ME SAYING WOAH OVER AND OVER BUT WOAHHHH/POS LIMEEEEE

#ALSO YOU WROTE THIS IN YOUR PHYSICS CLASS???#THANK YOU SO MUCH LIME #TREASURING THIS FOREVER ACTUALLY #THIS IS IN MY HEAD NOW #SORRYBTHIS IS ALL IN CAPS WOAGH #hi lime!!#<-A TAG I USE IN TEARS/POS #ask #ajdhsjdhjshshdaaaaaaaaahahshdhfhdjhdjchjdhdjd #sobbing/pos

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