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  Jul 31 C J MILLER
renseksderf
Éclair My Heart

Fill me up with custard’s glow,  
soft as secrets whispered low.  
Chocolate coat our midnight vows,  
each bite a bow that time allows.  

Glossy tease of vanilla sighs—  
declare your love in pastry cries.





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....bow instead of bough, so the spelling hints at its pronouncing.
  Jul 31 C J MILLER
Lostling
Can't eat
Can't sleep
Can't stop crying
Can't breathe
Can't live
Can't do dying
Can't write
Can't read
Can't scream aloud
Can't choose
Can't break
Can't shut down
Can't fly
Can't fall
Can't let them know
Can't speak
Can't stay
But still can't go
I don't -ing know what to do anymore
  Jul 31 C J MILLER
Enero
The greatest comic book villains
weren't the anarchists,
the nihilists,
nor the manipulators

It were the romantics.

Thanos snapped his fingers
and half of the universe's life disappeared.
Not to balance the scales like in the movies, no

in the comics, Thanos committed genocide
to court Death -- in the form of a woman

Mr. Freeze cryogenically froze his terminally ill wife, Nora.
Committing crimes to advance his research to treat her yet incurable disease

Dr. Doom built a machine that would project his astral body to hell.
Scarring his face in the process, in a futile attempt to rescue his mother

But I am no villain,
I do not have infinity stones
the manhandling effort
nor the cosmic intellect

though I have been defined
[nonchalant, cold, and anti-social]
by whose vocabulary lacks
to grasp what I am

Yet I do not mind,
it is human nature to simplify
what we cannot comprehend.

A theatrical free-will,
a Newtonian dissonance,
a deterministic philosophy;
the illusion of control.

But what I do fully grasp
is when fate comes between me
and you,
the sisters would know the definition
of arthritic hands.

God shall be challenged to create a stone he can't lift,

gouge my eyes out when I pull you from the depths of Tartarus,

make a Faustian bargain,

and sing unto the crossroads
until my fingers bleed plucking the strings.

I shall stand before the powers that be,
all in exchange for your soul.

But at the end of the day,
I am no romantic, nor a villain,
not stoic, nor Machiavellian

I'm just a boy, standing in front of a girl...
like most villains, in the right circumstances,
left with no choice against something that they cannot control

And darling, if it were to come to that
I will make sure,
to conquer the world
with an iron fist on one hand
while clutching yours in the other.
  Jul 31 C J MILLER
peyton
I said I’d take it slow—
but my heart never learned pacing.
It jumps ahead,
writes your name in the margins
before I’ve even turned the page.

You’re not the loud kind of beautiful—
you’re the quiet type,
the “wait, who’s that?”
the kind that walks past
and leaves my chest buzzing like a cheap speaker
turned all the way up
on a love song I wasn’t ready for.

I try not to stare.
So I listen instead.
To your voice,
your laugh,
your "random disappearance thingy,"
like it’s Morse code
for maybe, maybe not.

You don’t know it,
but I write about you in lowercase
because you feel gentle.
Like a song I play at night
and pretend doesn’t mean anything.

I don’t need a fairytale.
I just want a chance.
To be someone you look at
like I’m not just another friend
in the blurry background of your life.

And if not—
well.
At least you’ll always live here,
between the lines,
in poems I’ll pretend aren’t about you.
It is proven that we are all made of stars.
Not just one but multiple.
We were once tiny little particles that grew under pressure,
And shined bright for millions of years.
That was until we were released into the universe,
For a new life to be led.
I believe the people we meet in this world,
Those we have an instant connection with,
Share a star with us.
We recognize them because we once spent millions of years with them.
Growing.
Changing.
Developing in the same pressure.
I believe that our soulmates are made up of the exact same stars as us.
The same elemental composition.
It is the reason we are so comfortable.
Why they feel like home.
It is the home we knew for millions of years.
The twin flame of our soul.
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