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agavebee.bsky.social
AgaveBee
@agavebee.bsky.social
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They/them, for I contain multitudes;
Artist? vegan, local library lurker, kitchen witch
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agavebee.bsky.social
I’m the lesson you refused to learn I’m the love I never made you earn I’m the scar left over after the burn I’m the destination, but you missed your turn I’m the map you let slip from your hands The oracle you can’t understand I’m the line that’s drawn in the sand The lightning striking you down where you stand At least I had fun while it lasted At least my shattered heart ain’t made of plastic At least I had some fun I had fun Did you have your fun while I lasted? I refuse to protect you anymore From your own internal infernal war And I can say whatever I want to say Cause you never listen to my music anyway Yeah I can say whatever I wanna say Cause you never heard me anyway So why would this be any different? At least I had fun while it lasted At least my broken heart ain’t made of plastic At least I had fun I had fun Did you have your fun while I lasted? I’m the stars that could’ve lit your way I’m the poet of this passion play I’m the bed of moss on which you’d lay To sleep all your worries away I’m the witch enchanting with no spell I’m the switch who always loved you well I’m the bitch who learned all your tells And I don’t need to tell you about yourself Oh you already know Exactly who you are But at least I had fun while it lasted And at least my healing heart ain’t made of plastic At least I had fun I had fun Did you have your fun while I lasted? And I know you did Cause I’m the lesson you refused to learn I’m the love I never made you earn I’m the scar left over after the burn I was your destination and babygirl you missed your turn (And you missed it by miles)
October 14, 2025 at 7:30 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
“And you missed it by miles.”

In my #breakupsong era, I guess? #singersongwriter
October 14, 2025 at 7:23 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
Lolololololol
I have GOT to stop letting people treat my realism as pessimism and hound me into hopefulness.

But until I do that, more #poetry for my archives.
(June 2 2025 at 6:54pm) Oops, I got too comfortable, Stopped asking, “Are you sure?” and “Is it okay if I bug you?” While you said you wanted more, Oops, I got too comfortable, Started thinking, “We’re the same,” and “I could never bug them,” Now it’s a point of pain, Oops, I got too comfortable, And let myself exhale, Now I’m out of breath and, The bait has all gone stale.
June 2, 2025 at 10:59 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
Sometimes I go dizzy with rage and my hands get so numb and I still force them to type all the silly little rhymes that are killing me.

🙃🙃🙃

And I call it #poetry, but is it really?

This one is full of inside jokes between myself and my journal.
Darling it is no sin, To smooth aloe on my sunburnt skin, To reach through this veil of gloom, To push dark clouds back from the moon, I promise it wouldn’t kill you, To place your hands under mine, Hold the weight of my heart with fingers entwined, And tell me you feel it, And you’re so very sorry, That you’ve never held it quite close enough, And you’ve begged and pleaded and not earned my trust— Tell me you understand now, How I’ve been trying to shrink down so small, To fit in the space you’ve made for me, Or don’t bother telling me anything at all, And at last cut this dogged heart free.
May 11, 2025 at 2:39 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
Don’t mind me, just crying and crying and crying so fucking quietly and #writing shitty #poetry.
Every gift I give, Is just another thing, For you to pack, Or hold up to the light, For just a moment, Before you decide, To toss it in the trash, Not one to be forgotten, And cruel in my longing, I whisper a wish I don’t mean, I hope your ears ring with my singing, I hope you never stop tasting my tears, I hope my hair weaves into all your clothes, And you can’t scrub my scent from your skin, I hope I hope I hope, But no I fucking don’t, No, I hope you heal, But I hope it hurts, And I hope I leave a scar, And that people press their fingers to it, And ask you what happened, And that your voice breaks when you try to tell them— Not that you loved me so much, Even though we both know you did, But that I loved you I loved you I loved you Without any condition Without any caveat Without any cost And you fucking left anyway— You held me up to the light, And you threw me away.
April 21, 2025 at 3:22 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
Won’t ever stop posting trash poetry about my petty little problems.

Anyway, “we’re only close enough for me to wish we weren’t so fucking close.”
We’re close enough for me to shiver and shake and sob and hyperventilate and let tears sting my skin and let snot run down my face when I think of you leaving. but we’re not close enough for you to know about it and we’re not close enough for you to hold me through it we are only close enough for me to wish we weren’t so fucking close
April 10, 2025 at 4:23 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
“I know you loved me yesterday,
But do you love me still?”

🙃🙃🙃

(One part #highthought one part #poetry shaken and served over ice)
A screen-cap of a notes app note— “Constant validation for me does not feel like “confirming what I already know..” I know you loved me yesterday But do you love me still? The way my parents felt about me seemed to change all the time Same with my brothers Sometimes with my friends So when I’m asking “do you love me?” I don’t mean “did you ever?” And I don’t mean “prove it to me” I just wanna know “Do you love me right this minute? Or has everything changed?”
April 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
Ohp.
A screenshot of a horoscope on the Co-Star app. It reads “You’re worthy of being understood.”
February 22, 2025 at 2:24 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
Not super eloquent, but got it done quickly at least.
A screenshot of a text matrix labeled “How could we improve this page?” The text in the response reads “Put the transgender “T” back into LGBTQ+. Removing it has not (and indeed will not) stop trans people from existing, but what it will do is make your information inaccurate and signal that you, as an organization and as individuals, are pandering to this fascist oligarchy and enabling them to bully you into being worse at your jobs to the detriment of…” the text cuts off there.
February 14, 2025 at 11:46 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
Here, Google helped me. 😂
A hand holds out a stack of vibrantly colored tarot cards face up in a fan; the guidebook and box to the deck are in the background and they read “Queer Tarot.” The card at the top of the fan depicts a heart with three swords piercing through it and the number three is printing in Roman numerals at the top. A scattering of line-art tarot cards, designed like coloring pages, over a blue-green tabletop; there are a number of crystals scattered between the cards.
January 28, 2025 at 4:05 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
Reconnected with a friend after almost a decade today.

💜 💜 💜
A screenshot of an Instagram DM conversation “How the hell are you?!?!” “Yeah I’m good! I’m a girl now! Which I’m guessing you noticed but it’s been that long since we talked” “I have noticed! And I’m beyond happy for you! I’m even less of a girl than I was when last we spoke!” “Hell yeah Ships in the night” “Love this for us” “(Heart reaction)”
January 22, 2025 at 11:01 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
This just in: moody boi mad at self more than anything else. #hetheyenergy
Selfie of Eli, a white non-binary person with blue eyes and a nose ring. They’re wearing a white collared shirt under a red sweater and looking directly at the camera.
January 3, 2025 at 2:34 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
On tonight’s episode of “New Words for Old Feelings,” we’re revisiting the ordeal of being known.

June 2022 vs Dec 2024

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A screenshot of an iPhone notes app note. It reads: The novelty That is me Wears off So goddamn quickly Cause I give and give and give and give Too much too fast too soon, Too late; I’ve gone and done it now, Too late, I’ve gone and done it now, Too late, I’ve gone and done it now, It’s too late Will it be days, Or weeks, Or months, Or years? It’s not you leaving that I fear, But that you’ll put me on ice, On the shelf, On the back burner, And keep me there forever The novelty that is me Wears off so goddamn quickly
December 28, 2024 at 5:43 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
Gender took its sweet time rendering today, but once it did? Hot damn.
Selfie of Eli, a white non-binary person with a sidecut and otherwise long brown and red hair. They’re wearing a button down shirt, vest, and tie. In the background, there is a small rainbow-coloured Christmas tree.
December 16, 2024 at 10:38 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
“The callus sits atop a scar,
By which I mean I’ve knit a lot of scarves,
By which I mean I take things too far,
By which I mean I love too hard.”

Being a very moody boi today. But what else is new?
Can’t wait to slowly drive myself mad on my day off tomorrow.

#rejectscorner where you at?
An apple notes app screenshot; the top shows the date December 9th, 2024 10:56pm; the contents of the note are as follows: “Running my thumb across a new callus, Considering a considerable obstacle, Am I careless or overly cautious? Is any other outcome possible? How long would I cry about you? How many nights up and aching? How could I know what to do, To stop my own heart from breaking? The callus sits atop a scar, By which I mean I’ve knit a lot of scarves, By which I mean I take things too far, By which I mean I love too hard.”
December 10, 2024 at 4:03 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
This is Clover; she is also known as “Teefs McGee”
November 26, 2024 at 5:41 PM
agavebee.bsky.social
Oh also I dyed my hair again and I’m hot as fuck.
November 24, 2024 at 2:57 AM
agavebee.bsky.social
I’m not sure what this is, but it lives somewhere between journal and poetry and so here we are.

(Also, bless Anaïs Mitchell a thousand times for having the best songs.)
A screen capture of the iPhone notes app, the date is November 9th, 2024 and the time is 10:56pm. White text on a black background reads: I didn’t see the moon at all in Paris, But “I’ve seen Venus, Venus leaving, I don’t even know what it means,” Despite the hyperventilation, The city managed to take my breath, More than once, For whole moments I forgot, Lapped up love in the Louvre like a fool, Filled my heart ‘til it was fit to burst, I cried “Caravaggio,” with real tears, The depth was not lost on me, but I in it, The melatonin is doing its best to pull me under; I’ve spent so much of my time falling lately, “Venus laughing, Venus singing, Venus moaning, Oh my god.” The scroll bar on the right indicates there is more text below. A screenshot of the notes app, a continuation of the poem from the first image, white text on a black background reads: There are reasons to continue, And I can’t always find them, But I caught a train with my bare hands yesterday, And just six hours later Zürich gave me back the moon, And I finally remembered that she looks just like you.”
November 9, 2024 at 10:08 PM