Éloa

  • painting verses

          I am thinking of you as I type these little words out, sculpting them finely in order to perfectly grasp your essence. With your sun kissed skin and wicked eyes, devilish smile; two tiny flicks to peel layers off of my wings. That white was too haggard for me anyways- it doesn’t…

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  • ripened moons

        You come alive when the moon has ripened towering up on four paws chasing that mountain of blue Yellow eyes set out on budded pastures Rugged claws begging- pleading– for that freedom I can see it in you that crave the desire You wish to be let go to not belong and I…

    Éloa

  • linked

        I am starting to count one dot two dots pressed against your skin they connect with the dimples in your cheeks like you are to me

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  • conversations

        How do you miss me while you’re sleeping? Is it in the way your breath catches, your soul aches; when darkness plunges your room? I bet it’s lonely over there darling. It must kill you to not have me. It rips me apart, makes it hard to breathe while I hear your voice…

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  • chasing spaces

      I still count those hours as if time is running away from me    

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  • witching hour

        You’re as cold as the stone wall you built around me, a thin layer of ice shielding that witching hour. The silence becomes of you. It is unbecoming. In these minutes and minute little seconds, it gives me nothing but time to think. There are cicadas here; they scream when night breaks, but…

    Éloa

  • -musings

    You were never mine, so I wonder why I miss you so. I miss you like you were apart of me, like my soul can’t bare to go on without you.

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  • isadora’s scarf

        Sometimes I just feel very useless. There’s no real solution to my problem, it’s something that constantly keeps me awake at night. It makes my stomach tense, sickens me, squeezing the life out that I barely even want to live. It’s a dangerous feeling, makes me hate myself and all that I’ve become.…

    Éloa

  • teo licks

        I picture my lips sealing over yours delicate and plush and sweet oh so sweet leaving me aching -bewitched    

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  • thorns

        You are cascading off of a flowers husk branded and beautiful you are yet blinded, blinding, your roots binding me against petals until I am suffocating drowning in a sea of daisies      

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  • consume

        White hot ash blinds me rendering my soul enslaving me to this earth

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  • molding stars

      You have a band of stars entwined around your throat latching and spewing cold balls of matter   If you grasp it you said you’ll become the ice that lies in my veins   So touch it I did

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  • The Muses Path

        You’re an endless painting you’re not just ordinary artwork you travel on for miles and miles scraping sediments off the earth burning moonlight in your wake carving up a muses path narrowed by bits of your laugh just for you- this terrain we made just for you

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  • consume

        This sadness eats away at me locks its fingers around my  throat and squeezes- tightens just so- you make it so hard to breathe

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  • stars dropping silently

        Stars fall as fickle as leaves out here casting their shadow against this muggy little windowpane I imagine us as them painted in that sky with not a shred of distance between us and it warms me burns me up like those balls of gas flashing pentagrams save for that that washed up…

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