Atlantis [Tom Holland]

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— Playlist —

Oceans - Seafret
"It feels like there's oceans between you and me once again."

Talk Me Down - Troye Sivan
"I wanna sleep next to you and that's all I want to do right now.
I wanna come home to you."

Long Night - With Confidence
"Oh how it's raining, Oh how the water falls
Into the safe things that we set in stone."

Into The Sea - Seafret
"Do you think of me when you look to the sea?
I know it's hard to grow when you're pushed to your knees."

Between The Bars - Elliot Smith
"Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days,
Do what I say."

All I Want - Kodaline
"When you said your last goodbye
I died a little bit inside."

Like This - Shawn Mendes
"I thought I was strong enough for you
But I guess I can't have the truth."

Tell Me It's Real - Seafret
"She said, "I really don't mind if you have to leave my side."
'Cause I've been made to walk alone all the way through my life.""

Give Me Something - Seafret
"Give me something
to hold on to
I've got nothing since I lost you"

Wildlife - Seafret
"And to my word now I'll be true,
I can't stop this breaking loose
This love, is like wildfire,
Like wildfire."

Breathe - Seafret
"Breathe
Don't you let that heart beat fall
No matter how far it goes
You'll always be where I belong"

Too Good At Goodbyes - Sam Smith
"Never gonna put you close to me
Even when you mean the most to me"

Rewrite The Stars - Zac Efron, Zendaya
"What if we rewrite the stars? Say that you were meant to be mine?"

— Poetry —

Healing - Nayo Jones

I had a therapist tell me once,
it was ironic how much love I gave out
cause I didn't give much to myself.
She laughed, like self-love was a sick joke.
I chuckled and cried at home.

I had someone tell me once,
I could not love anyone else
until I learn to love myself.
This time, I got to laugh.
This time, The sick joke was mine
was me.
Might as well wait forever.

I remember hating myself at the age of seven,
journals filled to the brim with criticisms.
By eight, I had enough pages to stitch them into wings
to fly close enough to the sun to see my tears turn to steam,
felt the wax burn on my shoulders and mold into thick skin.

I was nine when I wanted to die.
Thirteen when I finally found a solution,
figured if I cut my legs enough gravity would let me go.
When it didn't, I tied a pillowcase around my neck,
twisting like the rope swings I knew so well from childhood
heard my heartbeat pound in my ears like a warning drum, then fade.
I'd almost convinced myself I'd done it.

When I started writing, I smeared my blood on every page
to remind myself that everything beautiful has a consequence.
I'd hoped to stall the clotting long enough
to give myself to the craft and let myself go.
I have died so many times.
So when I told you that loving you almost makes life worth it I was not joking.
When I tell you That loving you almost makes me forget how much I hate myself, It is not poetry.
Loving you is taking all of the love I could never give myself and putting it to good use.
It is reminding myself that if someone can love a dying thing this way,
can hold the Lazarus of my body and give thanks for the way it holds back -
if someone can kiss the scars administer the pills, absorb the bad days and
wake up smiling next to me, then I can try to breathe again.
Because self-love does not always come first.
Or second.
Or even ever.
But your love be the guardrail on the edge
be the drawers that hide all the sharp things
be the body that carries my collapsed frame into bed
be the flowers you bought; because even though they are dying too they still dance.
Love will not heal me, will not wipe my slate of my body clean -
I will always be a woman of wounds of rope-mark neck and melted skin.
Love will not heal me; but it will hold my hand if I ever heal myself and maybe teach me a joke that I can stay alive long enough to laugh at.
I love you enough to want to love myself too.