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there’s a glow in the dark corners of the net where the lonely hearts drift like moths toward the blue flame of soft confession tumblr...they call it but really it’s an altar built from pixelated petals and handwritten wounds

muses sit heavy in these rooms they wear eyeliner smudged like midnight storms they whisper write it down bleed it out and we do oh god we do

here... love is stitched from reblogs and asks from secret tags hidden like letters in coat pockets from poems about strangers...with galaxy eyes from fanfics that taste like honey and lightning every word feels like a hand on your shoulder steady sure saying i know you

it’s comfort it’s chaos it’s hearts typing furiously at 2 am wrapped in blankets and playlists summoning love like an old ghost knowing somewhere someone is reading someone is healing someone is saying

beneath a decaying ceiling she moves like a forgotten music box a mechanical maniacal dream

threads of death gather around her remembering old promises

a red whisper follows her steps

the world turns her gently yet she drifts beyond

a shadow of anger and fatal mistakes

yet somehow your love turns my fractures

…into form

and in your nearness

my edges have sharp meaning

as if brokenness

…was always meant to fit