seventhapril:

when you take care of a plant, you cut away the rotting parts

when you take care of a plant, you cut away the rotting parts.

it starts small - the tip of a leaf, the walls of a stem, the petals of a flower bud- but if you ignore it, the whole plant greys and withers and dies before your very eyes.

it almost seems simple, doesn’t it?

if it rots, you cut. and you throw.

rot. cut. throw.

except this: no one ever told you you might be it. the rotting bit, the mold, the disease, the infection - in their ecosystems. and they have to cut you away. and throw.

once upon a time you thought you were the sunshine. and maybe you were. but reality is cruel and the truth ever more - you were but the stiff, warm humidity that plagues their atmosphere.

so when they cut. and they throw. you don’t understand.

but in the reflection of your own tears you see yourself for who you truly are - rotted, decaying, worthless.

you look up to their lush evergreen and silently you understand. and even if it hurts your chest and pierces your heart, you agree.

you say goodbye.

you’re rotting away. so you cut. and you throw.

the thing is -

love is finite.

you think people stay in love in their happy ever afters?

you get comfortable. you settle. you compromise. you close an eye and you forget.

love doesn’t stick around. you don’t get to decide when it begins or how it leaves.

when you talk about love you’re talking about the past, or what will be the past.

love is finite. good things are finite. otherwise it won’t be as in valuable.

but I’d rather be the one to decide to be done with love, before it finds me again, only to leave once more.

love is fickle, and I’d rather have the control.

infinitebrians:

MIRIEL, STEWARD OF THE CHURCH OF VOWS

How to know you truly have a problem:

You think you can fix him 🥺

my bonnie lies over the ocean,

my bonnie lives across the sea;

every night i stay up and wonder,

oh when will he return to me?

my bonnie’s a hardworking sailor,

my bonnie lives earnest and free;

every night i plead to the heavens,

oh pamper him endless for me.

oh blow ye winds over the ocean,

oh send my love across the sea;

oh wish him the sweetest dreams at night,

and reunite him with me.

last night as i lay on my pillow,

last night i thought of him till dawn;

alas a cruel thought struck me so,

i dreamt that my bonnie was gone.

my bonnie lies over the ocean,

perhaps i’ll fly over the sea;

to close this distance between us,

and happy is what i will be.

bring back, bring back,

oh bring back my bonnie to me, to me;

bring back, bring back,

oh bring back my bonnie to me.

eyes

the moment he set foot in the door you dragged him straight to bed - you couldn’t wait another second.

the both of you collapsed into bed and it was straightforward, instinctive - nothing fancy, no positions or kinks or toys, just him laying on top of you, doing what you’ve both yearned for months.

words weren’t necessary - your eyes and his did the talking no words can better convey.

in his eyes past the fierce hunger for you, you see a tenderness, intensified by many months of being away. he cared for you, and he needed you - to feel, to see, to hear. he soaked in as much of you as he could, needing you to overwhelm his senses, almost to pry back the lost time.

in your eyes beyond the thirst for his touch and dominance, he sees an emotional relief - he was finally home to you. all those nights worried and alone didn’t matter anymore. he was safe and sound in your arms and god help whoever tried to rip you away.