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John Doe Feb 2021
I know her name
I don’t think she told me her last
I know what she likes in bed
I don’t know her favorite color or even asked
I know her voice as much as I don’t know her birthday.
she was probably born in the summer or fall
she probably likes red.
Mines blue.
I had her breath in my mouth
and it brought new life.
who knew?
mine was withered and you..
seemed like an oasis
or was it the fiend of a droplet..
and the name of the lips were vacant?
Your eyes find the soul, I thought lost without it’s pair.. my heart trembles at your power.. my brain claws at despair, hoping for a way out.. or a way in..
Yet, you’re just a stranger..
Blood spilling
John Doe Feb 2021
Yuz
you may think it’s nothing
but my veins and arteries are laid out bare.
Bloodflow of which my heart chose to confine.
buried there
like the ****** you were last accused of.
I proposed death as the blade grazed me
cause after then, I lose none.
choosing to live with it is like a bruised lung
with a virus destined to crawl out of every cell
like a tune sung. reaching convict ears.
Wise Gibberish
John Doe Jan 2021
M.O
A frown betrays my heart
A kiss betrays what I knew
I betrayed myself
Thinking I wouldn’t fall for you..
Fallen deep, in dreaming your breath..
Seeing it so far
Far, from anything Ive known, yet..
I still find myself a prisoner of war
And all is fair when love is included..
I took a shot and ended up wounded..

..What is about humans that makes us so stupid..
Deny yourself of the truth when it vibrates your bones to a grind..
What is it about love that makes up my mind about half of the time I bring your name to existence.. What is it about you that made me forget this part of me, I sealed away

What is it about this part of me that stabs blood trickles of emotion like an alleyway perfect for a mugging or even ******..
Love is a scary thing..

Just me, spilling my mind..

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