In Places The Sunlight From The Window Doesn't Reach

there is a hole in my heart

it's bleeding, the veins come untangled

my arteries are exposed

still, it morbidly pulses, even in death's clutch

and it's shaped like you.

- reddestofscarves, 9:33am on january 20, 2024

just wait guys my tumblr will be active again soon this next school years gonna be so shitty for me

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april 20, 2024 — secret garden language

im in the hospital in a waiting room

my thighs are sweating, the air hot and stuffy

its too early in the morning to feel like noon

thoughts of you are the only thing keeping me steady

my music flows smokey, the album's nice

messy poetry, paradox hearts & minds

weeds on my back, sick of putting you first

its ok to love him more, my heart's seen worse

i hope the 6 year old garden was fun

the fruits of your seed and spring has begun

so for the first time in forever

abatinas and cyclamens bloom in my weather

and when winter comes, what will you do?

will another bloodthirsty creature welcome you too?

will you drain them of life and trick them like a fool?

goodluck on the run, my laugh's one haunting ghoul

— reddestofscarves, 11:00 pm.

december 7, 2024 — childhood dwellings

the leaves have turned brown

the world has quieted down

icy winds seep through our fingers

biting cold that sleeps and lingers

that weightless checkered blanket

wilted flowers basking in the sunset

that empty swing swaying

childish laughter keeps ringing

we cried and laughed

through times dark or daft

all good things come and go

naive promises of "i love you so"

as we carved our names in the rough bark

and vowed to protect eachother's heart

your arms became a home

and i became your own

even as time is not as forgiving

as when we were kids and simply living

the sea will guide us to our fated shores

tides sweeping sands of long-past wars

as the stars witness our beginning and end

the best in the world, my only friend

those handheld cracks in the tree

will always know it was you and me

- reddestofscarves, 1:28pm

november 7, 2024 — love of mine

you know i'd love to stay the same

you know there's nothing left to say

neither of us stand at fault

yet this is the price we pay

maybe in another life

we wouldn't have this strife

free from the guilt

and yearnings fullfilled

you deserve someone who'll stay

through the good and the bad

and i'm sorry it couldn't be me

despite what we had

but i deserve someone too

to make the long run with me

not run me through

happy to love all i'm yet to be

no, you don't need me

if you did, i would not have scars

no, you aren't sorry

if you were, i wouldn't have to count

i think it's time to face our truth

heal and forgive what remains of our youth

yes, i loved you

but no love of mine will heal you

— reddestofscarves, 7:31pm

when im back on the prowl

you bticjes............. better.......... have my money...................................................

july 12, 2024—10 years and forever

you're making dinner, i'm sat on the counter

with my quiet music playing on the speaker

wet hair sticking to my neck and i'm talking about my day

you wait for me to finish and i'll wait for you to say

little quips and jokes with a quiet smile

i stare while you laugh for a little while

the hot pot steams and i get the plates

you plate the food and i sit and wait

sprinkling soda fizz and dim-lit rooms

our stained couch with bass-powered booms

really shitty movie, the bright tv display

i laugh as you squint your eyes in dismay

you fall asleep and i wash the dishes

ten years ago, dreams were only wishes

ten years from now, we'll earn riches

right now, we heal from our stitches

the house is small and the table is too

my heart feels home, right here with you

i'll tell you a secret, just between us two

for the rest of my life, i'll keep loving you

— reddestofscarves, 2:30am

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febuary 3, 2024 — night time is a past-time

darling, the moon and stars know your name

every night i sing about it with shame

and every sonnet i write is the same

will you ever forgive me again?

in the dark of night, these terrors lie

creepies that crawl and bats that fly

something i can't face, in the clouds i'm still high

'cause my greatest fear is saying goodbye

but i used to bike in this neighbourhood of mine

lately all that's passed the streets is time

so it goes and the churchbells chime

i'll have to accept i'm out your light of lime

moon's not out tonight, maybe i'll be fine

maybe this time i won't dream you're mine

moon's not out tonight, maybe i'll be fine

maybe this time i won't dream you're mine

- reddestofscarves, 10:07pm