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@heavy-and-light
you are the warm rain in the middle of an arizona summer,
i beg you stay just a second longer.
to kiss my skin like no one else can.
you promise to hurt me.
i am a child on the shoulders of god.
the world is a marble i keep in my pocket .
up here, nothing can hurt me.
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howl’s moving castle (2004) // heavy in your arms, florence + the machine // i carry your heart, e.e. cummings
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You want to kiss every single one of my goosebumps. I told you that’s impossible. You say you’re going to anyways.
Your lips write stories On my black and blue skin That I have never been able to narrate.
And I wince.
There are days that I forget That people can do things other than hurt.
Days that I forget that a touch can be gentle.
That fists can unfurl.
Fists are not always strangling the word “love.”
Sometimes they are just afraid to let go of it.
I have been afraid for too long.
I closed my doors like a church That has forgiven too many sinners.
While I am still begging for salvation.
Strawberry Soaked Love
Meet me in the clouds
During a peach sorbet sunset.
Spoon feeding each other cherries
With a tenderness that makes me ache.
Your lips are soft and sweet,
I get drunk off your kisses.
Our love a honey ambrosia
That the gods envy.
Margaret Atwood/Joanna Newsom
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please tell me if you can hear the fire alarms going off inside of my body when you reach your hand towards me i am a wounded animal howling in pain and every movement is perceived as a threat
Homesick
It’s the crook in your neck that my hand fits perfectly into It’s how cold your bed sheets are And how warm your body is. But I’m spending Every night on a couch too small Or in my bed too big, Remembering the way My name tastes in your mouth Or the way your arms feel like home. I keep trying to make my way back into A place I never belonged in.
three o'clock in the morning the house is dark, and everything is still. the silence is so heavy it sits on my chest and breaks all my ribs.
your hands are red and hot branding my skin. you are claiming territory that is not yours to take. and the silence is so heavy it sits on my chest and breaks all my ribs.
Sugar
You have a voice like slow honey But hands like rusted knives. You call me baby while slicing my skin open Tell me I'm a princess while pulling out my insides. But pouring sugar in my wounds is just As bad as salt.
Molotov Cocktail
Your tongue is a rag soaked in vodka, I am afraid that it will catch fire in my mouth. You trail your lips all over my body, Now my most intimate parts Are fire hazards. I wish you could see how afraid You've made me of matches.
The first night I drank whiskey My body would not stop shivering. I found my way into your arms. I cried for an hour. I can't remember how I got home, But I do remember you weren't there.
Thank God you weren't there.
Thank God you weren't there.
Thank God I wasn't there.
I keep promising myself I'll stop drinking But alcohol is the only thing that can drown The taste of your lips.
You once told me that booze tastes like heaven And now I am afraid to meet God.
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We're Still Friends
I am pulling your promises out of my mouth And spitting until all I see is red Circling down the drain of my shower.
I didn't think my night would end like this.
It started with you snaking your arm around my waist And squeezing out the words "Yes." "Please." "Don't stop." "I love you." Before my tongue could realize what it was doing It was down your throat. Your throat Tastes like cheap gin and poison. Although in hindsight Those might be the same thing.
You hiss in my ear "Come home with me baby. I wanna see your clothes on my floor." And my legs are a disobedient dog Refusing to go home. They follow you instead.
You are sitting on your bed staring at me Like I am some sort of spectacle. You wait for me to shed my clothes And for us to pretend this is love.
But my heart is working too fast to call this love, Too fast to remember the night I fell into your arms shaking and crying. You promised me it will get better.
Is this Your idea of better?
Untitled #4 (I Promised to Stop)
My eyelashes are falling out Faster than you can make wishes on them. Soon there will be none left for you; And you will have to find new parts of me To turn into good luck charms.
My fingers. My ribs. You will claim the rest of my body, And leave me a pile of flesh That you are afraid to touch.
That I am afraid to touch.
Everyone told me that love is a sacrifice, But I didn't think that I would lose this much.
Separate Bedrooms
My mother falls asleep with the tv on, A blue glow filling her room, But not the other half of her bed. I wonder if in the sea of voices She can find a synonym for love.
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You carve your words Out of the same colorless apology I've seen used too many times.
While my lips are stained With the same shade of forgiveness I know you've seen before.
My mouth knows the words Before I even say them.
My chest rises and falls Violently. Shaking my body Like a quake.
You haven't even gotten the chance To spit your apology at me, But I have already forgiven you.
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Your teeth breaking skin Is a prayer I have heard You recite too many times.
There are roses under my skin, Orchids, Peonies. A whole garden you planted While I was asleep.
A wound is blooming under my chest.
The flowers are thirsty.
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they never disconnected your number so i still get your voicemail when i call and there are days that i call you over and over again just to hear your voice
