marfach

ah, this app. still existing. 

marfach

sometimes it seems strange that we're still here. wattpad is still living, despite becoming a meme everywhere else. there are still incredible stories being written.
          
          i don't know where i am going with this,
          except to say that i miss it, sometimes.
          
          
          if you want to see some of my poetry again,
          i'm on instagram @ ainepoems
          and i have a spotify podcast "áine"
          i'll leave a link in the oul bio
          
          
          
          thank you all so much for having me
          
          
          - chi / filí / áine 

marfach

[2am. 3am. 4am. extra piece, if you remember my most popular collections of poetry. my most confused. my most hurt.]
          
          ♡ 
          
          it is 3 am.
          oh, wattpad me.
          we always thought
          that it was finished.
          but here we are.
          years later.
          years later.
          and i'm writing poetry
          poetry that shows
          how unwell i am. 
          and its 3am. 
          and we're going
          backwards.
          i am sorry.
          i am sorry,
          13-year old, wattpad me.
          i am trying,
          but i have lost
          the wide-eyed hope
          that you possessed.
          and it's 3am.

marfach

this little corner of the internet has become a nesting place. a spot filled with memory & my past. good & bad times.
          it is soft & warm, & i miss it.
          to the friends that once resided here, to the secret stories & pretty poems. to growing up. to discovering who we were & what we were doing.
          @tanithlowrites don't ever threaten to dye my things pink ever again.
          
          chi x