one of my favorite poems on this earth

ripping petals off of daisies
is my favorite pastime,
a selfish one for tearing
flowers from their homes
roots clinging to the soil
they are not ready to let go
but I need answers
so I break their beauty
for the truth

he loves me
he loves me not
I chant again and again
surrounded by white petals
and stems
when will I apologize to the earth
for my greedy destruction
because of the truth I already know
(he loves me not).

—  Leigh, day 365

alamorn  asked:

what's your favorite poem? activity?

oooh my favorite poem is a tough one. i think i’d have to settle for a tie between ‘Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out’ by richard siken, and ‘On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous’ by ocean vuong.

as for favorite activity…ahh i can’t choose just one for this either rip! camping/backpacking, cooking/baking, browsing bookstores, writing of course. really anything that gives me that sort of sunlight feeling. 

send me ‘what’s your favorite…’ asks!

I use to think love only came to the lucky ones.
But now knowing that your mine I feel like the luckiest girl on earth. Everyone deserves to feel the way you make me feel.