pavonatedangel:

on loving the Fair

i. you will never love them any way new enough to be novelty.
they’ve been adored, adorned, admired, doted on, devoted to—they’ve had
sacrifices of life&death done in their name, do you really think your gifts
of trinkets and cream are all that impressive? you might be amusing,
temporarily entertaining, but that is your talent appeasing their vanity, not
their hearts. poems to them bolster their ego, not warm their affections to you.
your love for them will only make Taking you easier, not make them love you
back.

ii. if they do love you back, know they have different
definitions for that. know they are not always nice, not always pretty, not
always safe. more look like a mouth too-full of too-sharp, dripping,
stalactites/stalagmites-not-teeth than golden warm mornings, basking in their
(many) arms. be ready for this: their obsessions are more likely to burn out
than to bloom.

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