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Luna Jun 2019
it's still dark out
but i'm awake
sitting crosslegged on my bed
tears painting my cheeks
freeing love i couldn't hold
i cradle the elephant you gave me in my arms
rubbing it's head with my thumb
dim lamp light reflects in it's eyes
and lone tears drip onto it's fur
i wish you were here
so i could hold you here instead
but its three am
and you're sound asleep
i'm waiting for the sun to rise
its actually four am but three am sounds more poetic right now ****
Luna Jun 2019
Death is seen as
a horrifying being
but i think it's quite nice
to have someone
to hold you hand
after you die
to walk you to the afterlife
Luna Jun 2019
cry!
tears are the vessel
in which pain escapes
Luna Jun 2019
I want to slow dance with you
moonlight streaming through the window pane
my head against yours
my arms around your shoulders
pulling you close
feeling your chest rise and fall against mine
swaying gently
the world fading away
until it's just
you
me
and the music
Luna Jun 2019
we are not bound to
one reality; we make
it in every thought
Luna Jun 2019
I am weak
soft and crumbly
like feta cheese

I wish I were strong
sharp and rough
like razor blades
but I don't think
blades are too tasty.
ask the kids who get razor blades in their halloween candy
  Jun 2019 Luna
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.
3:06am
08.09.18

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
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