I made the rice balls you called
adventurous
and you’re occupying my
whole mind now
the stars say this years is for
becoming self reliant
I have to agree but I really
want to
make you meals and
cry with you in bed in those
night long rituals
that we do.
I made myself those rice balls
they have in anime
care for the inner child.
This is the first week I could
afford
three square meals
the Universe says that I have
to learn the new blueprint
and I agree but also
fuck hardship,
I’m ready
for the abundance that is
my birth right.
I want to watch sailing videos
with you
knowing we probably cannot live
in the space of a boat together
we’d drive each other crazy
but I still want
to make love in the cabin
on a windy day
when it sounds like the end of the
old world
and we are the new one.
It’s mad that I’m just learning
to love myself
as much as I love you.
It will be worth it.
And I can still make you
more rice balls.
About the Creator
Giulia Viti
🐻 Poet • Wild Hag 𓅣
I use this account to try new things with my writing ✨
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