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nim Dec 1
you're a sneaky ghoul
that's eating my heart;
i never noticed
that love doesn't have to be hard
i want to give in, fully;
eat away,
it's yours anyway.
nim Nov 26
hugging you feels like my favourite song
your scent smells like hope, and
warm mornings, drinking coffee together
giggling, tickling, embracing
soft kisses land on our skin

you are my melody,
the soft glance i dream about
muffled guitar riffs,
the book that comforts me.
the wish you get after
throwing a coin into the fountain
or while gazing at a falling star.

please, don't crash and burn,
you made me believe in love again
don't be a fragment of my future;
never call me a stranger,
understand that how i feel
stretches into eternity.
sleep next to me,
i feel safe touching your skin
is it too early to tell?
i've fallen head over heels.

because when i stand next to you,
it's more than just a kitchen
wherever we may be,
it feels like home,
like i finally belong.

Listening to Broken Social Scene - Anthems For A Seventeen-Year Old Girl while writing this. Feels right.
  Sep 4 nim
Valentine
(In my mind
she's gonna live forever)

(She's gonna live forever
in my head)

I can't see her in the clouds
but I can hear her in the rain
I can't comprehend her corpse
but I can smell her flesh

Swords storming down from above
Pierce my hands
Pierce my eyes
Pierce my heart

But try to avoid my brain
The part in which she's wrapped around
nim Sep 2
like a deer in the headlights,
i stood in awe
encaptivated;

waiting for you to hit me
In the end,
the hit came psychologically.
nim Aug 18
i have always shown
my love in odd little ways

tonight, i
show it through crying
my eyes out
while you're not even
aware
of the tears i spill for you;

i show it through an
odd message, not quite
angry, a little bit sad -
if you knew me well,
you'd know it
writes on my skin,
crumbles through my
throat,
ribs,
guts,
salty cheeks
and glassy eyes

i show it by
ripping myself apart
and letting you devour me,

but you turn away
and i go to waste
while my bones are drying
and the meat is getting
ripped off by different beaks

and my blood returned to the earth
and my teeth are still in the bushes
and my fingernails still sunk in my skin

and my heart still between your lips
nim Jul 8
traces of you
are left in my poems
like a sneaky ghost
that quietly haunts me

like coffee stains
on a white tablecloth;
like a desire path
that leads to a cliff

i could delete my poems,
throw away the rags
and jump off a cliff

but i can never delete you
or the love i had for you

so, long live in my poems
amongst these empty halls
cheers for the good times
i hope i won't remember them at all

enjoy being a ghost
in the name of the love
that once was
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