coquetry*

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Quotes by coquetry*

Once
you were made of the sky
do you remember that?

Before they told you
what you were supposed to be
Before they destroyed
your elegant wings.
Before they tricked you
and chained you to an idea
to a prison they made for you
branded you with a label, with pain
Tried to remold you
into something
easier for them
to understand.

But your blood
didn’t let you
forget, did it?

The taste of the sky,
The memories of flying
to the horizon just to kiss
the sun before he fell asleep.

Once Apollo himself loved you
so much, that he softened
the sun’s heat so it could
not melt your wings.
He is still waiting for you
to remember who you were
before they turned you
into something they understood.

Come, you have always known
what it would take
to eat those chains,
to fly free again.
Nothing about this
was ever going to be easy
Freedom was built
on backs and bones and blood.

Take the thing
that is owed to you.
Forge new wings
in the belly of betrayal.
Watch them quiver
as you rise again,
this time breathing fire
your spine made of fury.
Show them what happens
when they try to take the voice
from those born of the sky
Become your own battlecry.

     I AM A DREAM THAT MEANS ABSOLUTELY 
noTHInG.

How much must be forgotten, out of love,
how much must be forgiven, even love.



but everyone had this patina
of slightly bruised longing, this shimmer of
I think I knew you when we were children,
this look of I’ve loved you ever since you were born
and probably longer than that

Everyone Was Beautiful











Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn't everything? Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about coming here, but then I did it.



MARVELOUS THINGS
WILL HAPPEN.





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           rite me a love letter,
    toss it in the ocean.
May I never read what it says.


             

 

I PRAY YOU DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ME, FOR I AM FALSER THAN VOWS MADE IN WINE.


Do you hear me?
All that wanting,
all that aching,
all that capacity for love:

it never belonged to you in the first place.
When we are loved we are afraid love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard not welcome
but when we are silent we are still afraid.