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"Crush" by Richard Siken

"Crush" by Richard Siken (this entire book of poems is Steve/Bucky af)

"For a while I thought I was the dragon... And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle, young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero." - Richard Siken

"For a while I thought I was the dragon... And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle, young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero." - Richard Siken

Richard Siken

Gotta remember this! Allow yourself to be a beginner No one starts off being excellent

turning into a black swan By Alícia Cohim

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. —Richard Siken, Landscape With Fruit Rot and Millipede

"the dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs. you had not expected this, the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light pummeling you in a stream of fists. you raised your hand to your face as if to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light streamed straight to the bone, as if you were the small room closed in glass with every speck of dust illuminated. the light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through." richard siken

"the dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs. you had not expected this, the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light pummeling you in a stream of fists. you raised your hand to your face as if to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light streamed straight to the bone, as if you were the small room closed in glass with every speck of dust illuminated. the light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through." richard siken

in a car

White Sands National Monument is a Wildlife Park in Alamogordo. Plan your road trip to White Sands National Monument in NM with Roadtrippers.

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