Michelangelo

I stand in front of you in raw form
As before an Italian sculptor
You chisel at my faults
Sculpting my personality
Will I become your masterpiece
Or something unrecognizable

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Indifference

If my heart were immune to indifference
I would not perpetually seek solitude
If my heart were immune to indifference
I could put myself in your place
If my heart were immune to indifference
I would no longer be a target
If my heart were immune to indifference
I could talk willingly
If my heart were immune to indifference
I would not make avoidance a priority
If my heart were immune to indifference
I could love fully
If my heart were immune to indifference
I would live fully

AKA random poetry on a blog I don’t use often enough!

Read This If Nobody Texted You Good Morning

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Thought Catalog

Alexandra E RustAlexandra E Rust

First of all: Good morning, beautiful.

Is it too late to say that? I know you’ve probably been awake a while – likely hours or even all day. I know you may have gone this whole time without hearing it – shrugging back to friends and family who asked you how you’re doing with a non-committal “Fine” because that is what we’re meant to do as humans – answer meaningful questions with arbitrary phrases. I know that you may not be fine. I know you may have had a lacklustre day. And I know that something as incredibly mundane as a “Good morning” text may have made all the difference in the world. It’s okay if that’s the case. It’s okay to sometimes ache for those simple and kind-hearted gestures.

Because the truth is that good morning texts are more than a half-hearted means of communication. They…

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