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Ink
Every now and then
The ink won't
Do what I want it to
Rebelling on the page

Just like you.

No matter
How I write your story
And dream my dreams of love
I cannot write a story
That you don't want
To play the lead role in
 Mar 2020 FullmoonFlower
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when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?
Moving on isn't about
Taking the pain away
Or making it obsolete
It just becomes bearable
Here’s the thing
I fell for you
I fell for you before you fell for me
I was head over heels
My heart flutters with every beat you pump
I look at your face and I see my happiness
I touch your body and I feel your warmth
With you the before’s doesn’t matter
With you it feels like another lifetime

To you,
My love
the silence
hurts more
than the
words
I get replaced so easily
 Mar 2020 FullmoonFlower
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heavy
 Mar 2020 FullmoonFlower
m
disappointment in the doubts
of dreary days,
my fingers and toes
are chilled but
sorrow burns my throat;
there's never been a time
my expectations for love
have been met, i
pick open old wounds
for strangers to lick
but they always leave,
things always get too
complicated;
my disappointment makes me
bitter sweet on the tongue
of lovers and heavy in the hands
of friends—
 Mar 2020 FullmoonFlower
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Today,
a cloud has weeped for me,
she poured her tears upon my
face and washed my wounds

People call the
sky’s tears as rain,
but my tears are salty
and dripping with pain
Today it rained.
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