+I wish it had been a bridal night
+instead of a boring nosebleed,
+standing over my great-grandma's sink
+at three in the morning.
+That it had been you taking my breath away
+and not clots in my nostrils, down the drain
+as if the rivers sent to confirm
+I would not give birth
+that cycle had gotten lost.
+
+The shed blood and tears,
+the countless years
+spent in breathless wait
+in order to be there
+on that belated
+celebrated
+day.
+You in a dress in my favorite hue
+and mine you had yourself made.
+To finally see the love I could not hide
+within my body reflected in your eyes
+without fear of a glamour or being a disguise.
+
+You've been so patient with me all my life,
+and it's a damn miracle that you still insist
+on spending the rest of yours at my side.
+But this is how it's supposed to go, right?
+You're supposed to marry your best friend,
+who knows you like they know themselves,
+who will tolerate you at worst until the bitter end.
+
+And I,
+I must confide,
+can think of no one else I'd
+rather spend my life
+with.
+
+ ]]>
+
+
+
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@@ -204,35 +252,6 @@ I should spend eternity.'
Lethe, I love you because
you only ever wanted
to set me free."
-
- ]]>
-
-
-
-
- Cultivator
-
- https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/c/cultivator.txt
- 2022-05-20
-
-
-We're coming up on the end of the Eschaton, you and I,
-and for almost a year I've planned for next month to die.
-But it's impossible to plan for every contingency.
-What are we to do if May passes and I'm still living?
-
-I've kept this faith secret in me, learned every way to hide
-and still let through a sliver of this lightning kept inside.
-There's so much love you've planted in this garden that's my body
-that perhaps, if I stand still enough, others will see my wings.
-
-In the birds that convened outside my window
-gathered in a flock until they took flight,
-in the blackened tree branches that scraped
-against an ashen gray sky,
-in the first blooms and blossoms
-of my garden in birthing spring:
-if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.
]]>
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Announcement Box
-
2022-05-09: The only website not made by me that I endorse is Cheapskate's Guide. Anybody else parading around fake quotes or other endorsements under my name is lying to you, and I do not give my approval to the content of said sites or their webmasters.
-
2022-05-01: You can tell when a "Hidden Wiki" or other Tor link list is ran by a pedo because they're seemingly incapable of correctly stylizing this website's name as "MayVaneDay", proper capitals and no spaces. If you think running banner ads to CSAM/CP sites is an ethically okay action, please consult this image for further advice.
+
2022-06-01: Happy Pride Month! We gay people have always existed and always will, no matter how much authoritarians try to repress/convert/exterminate us. I love being a lesbian! Dykes don't do dick. Go cry about it.
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+YOU NEED TO KNOW
+2022-06-01
+
+***
+
+I wish it had been a bridal night
+instead of a boring nosebleed,
+standing over my great-grandma's sink
+at three in the morning.
+That it had been you taking my breath away
+and not clots in my nostrils, down the drain
+as if the rivers sent to confirm
+I would not give birth
+that cycle had gotten lost.
+
+The shed blood and tears,
+the countless years
+spent in breathless wait
+in order to be there
+on that belated
+celebrated
+day.
+You in a dress in my favorite hue
+and mine you had yourself made.
+To finally see the love I could not hide
+within my body reflected in your eyes
+without fear of a glamour or being a disguise.
+
+You've been so patient with me all my life,
+and it's a damn miracle that you still insist
+on spending the rest of yours at my side.
+But this is how it's supposed to go, right?
+You're supposed to marry your best friend,
+who knows you like they know themselves,
+who will tolerate you at worst until the bitter end.
+
+And I,
+I must confide,
+can think of no one else I'd
+rather spend my life
+with.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander