I muse that you don’t love me when really that string touches all the way to Orion and wraps itself around Pleiades I like to make up excuses for you say that you don’t touch me not like you used to but heaven weeps when your fingers lay over mine …
You leave me breathless a mess two sets of breathes bounds totally boundless You leave me perplexed
I could have erased the stars if only you had asked make Adam out of nothing intwine balls of dust speckles of matter I could have drudged you up myself
You leave me miserable darling you have me grappling for air running ragged across floors I would have hoped to not feel to not love these tears that anger me Lord knows you could have loved anything if you it meant giving nothing You hurt me your words, they wound…
I often looked to the moon for answers I would cry for her sing to her fall in love with her much like that luminous sphere did She would comfort me on nights like this when she was sitting low and my hopes were high Those craters would spell out…
What does love taste like darling? It tastes of honeysuckle touches snow mixing with dirt your lips on mine Spell out the words for me Lick your lips against mine Give me a taste of your love
He tasted of red hot spice what Ares was made up of a touch of malice yet soft centered devotion Crimson petals curled along his lashes spewed something cynical like he was untouchable I could feel him throughout all seasons count my fever off with heat induced licks of his tongue…
Can you taste the loneliness that seeps off of your tongue when you speak to me or do you ignore it I muse that you don’t even have the faintest clue of what those words mean to you They hurt me more than they coddle me they are tiny fickle little…
I dreamt of a butterfly once with white wings and a cheshire smile It beckoned me with slow flaps I could have saw each flutter It laid atop my shoulder with knowing eyes a forlorn smile and she said to me You wish to be free like I wish…
There are ghosts that walk amongst this world. They are those who you’ve loved. The ones you have laughed with, others you have cried with. They are amongst this crowd, and it swallows them whole, it tries to refill that hole, but it is of no use. They will stay with you. They have…
I have been trying to write all day, but nothing has come to mind. My head has been surprisingly clear today. I try not to force it on these days. I’ve learned to just sit and listen to my thoughts, and if nothing comes up then so be it. Although I do enjoy sharing…
Ah, I don't even know what to say, I'm truly speechless right now. Thank you so much Kenya for nominating me for this. It means the world to me, honestly I can't even put into words how much I appreciate this, especially having only just started this blog at the beginning of the year. I didn't…
What does it feel like to be missed? Is it like looking at the stars and they finally gaze back at you? I imagine it’s like a four leaf clover wanting to be found how winter welcomes spring all the snowflakes kissing tulips Do you miss me? I like…
He smelled like an Amy song coupled with shots of bourbon undistinguishable passion I think I might love him like one I think I may have loved him with his tongue tinged in smoke and with his eyes lidded from poison he was no good for me He was the one…
Love is suffocating something toxic It curls up like a pretty petal all laid out on display Splayed like an offering It beckons you with soft words clamant prurient It drives me delirious It’s pure madness clamors my head with hysteria I can not breath …
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