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It’s my party and I’ll heal if I want to
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All the versions of myself finally showed up to my inner child’s birthday party— the one where no one came— and the room was finally full of love.
My teenage self scoffed at all the dorky cat images on the party decorations. And my oldest self high-fived my inner child and told her about all the cat paintings she has in her house.
My college self teased my teenage self for tuning out the room with headphones blaring metal music. My oldest self simply smiled and sang along to the songs that my college self pretends to have forgotten the words of.
And when my college self spiked the punch bowl, my oldest self overlooked her rebellion, wanting her to have fun while her body is young enough to handle the blows, missing those moments where consequences still felt far away.
The party rages on in a cacophony of different songs and varying styles of dance, and each version collects new injuries; a scraped knee, a self imposed mark, a cut from a shard of broken glass. The oldest self let them cry and then showed them those marks on her body; completely healed with only a light scar to commend the memory.
And once they knew the oldest self as a perfect blend of all of themselves, once they saw their beautiful faces shining through hers, the party-goers celebrated their love and together they ate their favorite cake, which interestingly was the one thing that had never changed.
Until a knock came upon the door and the versions spun around confused, not expecting anyone new. The oldest self shed a tear when the next version crossed the threshold, and was everything who she always wanted to be.
Until the next knock.
-Arabella Crookeshaw
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cosmic-hearts-arabella-crookeshaw/1144441204
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A story of simultaneously getting lost and finding oneself.
My poetry anthology (aka the bearing of my soul) Cosmic Hearts is out now everywhere 💘 visit arabellacrookeshaw.com for more info
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You can only love to the extent at which you love yourself, and others can only meet you to the extent in which they have met themselves.
My poetry anthology Cosmic Hearts is everywhere ✨ visit arabellacrookeshaw.com for more info
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/book/1144441204?ean=9798868993848
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My new year’s resolution is recognizing that I would rather wait endlessly for an ethereal love than to waste even a second of my precious energy on someone who isnt worthy.
“man on the moon” represents my willing struggle to wait for that perfect connection.
My poetry anthology “Cosmic Hearts” is out everywhere & ready for a new year of spreading divine love 💖 visit arabellacrookeshaw.com for more info
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I feel like the sun.
Just this endless, burning, internal nuclear fusion being held together by gravity, and if that unseen force were to disappear, the explosion would decimate the entire known universe.
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“energy” from Arabella Crookeshaw’s Cosmic Hearts
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“energy”
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My energy is so addictive
A cosmic cocktail of stardust and seduction
Lips like rose filled valleys
Eyes like a mirage of endless oceans
And hands that hold an unknown soft power
Reminding you of a home that you can’t remember
I am an ethereal goddess
Hell bent on this earthly experience
Divine connection in my aura
I hold your gentle souls
From Arabella Crookeshaw’s Cosmic Hearts
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Hello my darlings, allow me to read a poem to you about the time that a man broke my heart and I turned it into a masterpiece. 💘
It’s finally here! Cosmic Hearts is out everywhere! Thank you for joining me on this journey.
(PS Amazon has this listed as sold out, but it is print to order and will be printed & mailed to you asap)
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I loved you so much that I wrote a book about you.
You loved me so much that you never spoke of me again.
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“my sunshine”
from Arabella Crookeshaw’s Cosmic Hearts (coming out soon!!)
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You, my sunshine.
Me, who flew too close to the sun.
Such a fire can burn deeply
When you’re only used to the moon
I would gaze upon you until I’m blind
I would let myself fall to cinders
If it meant surrendering to the warmth of your embrace
You illuminate my every being
Shining a light on my flaws
But also empowering my brilliance
And burning through my soul.
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