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Nickols Oct 18
Looking back, in hindsight, without my rose tinted glasses.
I could see all the red flags I've missed from the start.
Red flag sad betrayal love loves to enemies
Nickols Oct 18
Mortals may think that death is the finally ending.
For you, my love; it's merely the beginning.
Nickols Oct 16
You smell like pure warmth, sweet and heady, like a muggy summer night just after a heavy rainfall; earthy. A wet cedar, woody scent with an undertone of citrus. You smell of home, a sheltered blanket of safety.
Nickols Oct 14
You cant see
red flags
when wearing
rose-tinted glasses.
Nickols Oct 2
Tell me what you want me to say? Tell me what you want me to be. I'll play pretend. If it gets you looking at me again.
Nickols Apr 2021
I asked for the truth,
and you shapeshifted to sleuth,
crawling on your belly,
you simply misconstrue
an irrefutable, objective verity.

Tried and true, misunderstanding
what is out of your view.

Standing and demanding
but never understanding the variable,
to which not all lives,
will play out
the same way.
Nickols Nov 2018
Her body only existed where he touched her.
Twisting and writhing to his hands upon her flesh.
The rest of her evaporated into smoke.
             Dispersing into the nights air from a masterstroke
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