Mar 6, 2018
Can outline the curves of your jaw in poetry ?
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Can outline the curves of your jaw in poetry ?
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Be childish frequently. High frequencies. Its therapy.
A Crush.
I can't help but to wonder what the electricity in your fingertips would feel like rushing through my veins.
Breaking the Chrysalis. 💚👽
Its a wonder I wander in the dark on sunny days Eyes wide shut , mouths sewn closed to protect the fragile egos of those we love. I care not to discard dead flowers But give them unwanted love and pray on dirty knees that they’ll love me back…to life.
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Dear insomnia I’ve watched days change with you I’ve lingered amongst the hours they say only the lonely can survive I’ve danced in your presence surrendering the notion of what do they call it…sleep . Creeping down my spine at whatever time you please . 11 o'clock , 1 o'clock , 3 and rinse and repeat …and repeat and repeat . The back of my eyelids are no longer familiar Only your relentless grasp Only this darkness Only the rising of the sun …. Damn ……again.
Word to the wounded. This is not all you are. You are not a temporary memory meant to fill voids for comfort. You are not to be stretched out of place to wrap your arms around bodies that arent capable of returning the favor. You do not remove and replace boundaries for satisfaction . The rabbit hole is not your home and self sabatoge for healing is not your savoir. Your hands are meant to be held Your neck is meant to be kissed You are deserving of the love you give. You are deserving of poetry painted with words that birth new feelings. You are more than lines blurred .
You are more . You are more You are more.
You killed my butterflies They were too high and could not breathe The atmosphere of you suffocated the joy out of me. …confused? Yeah me too.