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Don’t stay because you feel you must,
Love can’t be built on guilt or dust.
Stay only if your heart beats true,
If every breath still aches for “you.”

I want your smile, not just your face,
Your laughter warm, your soft embrace.
But if your joy begins to fade,
Don’t let our love become a cage.

I’d rather kiss you one last time,
Than hold you bound by silent crime.
So stay, my love, if love is why
Not just to soothe a saddened sigh.
these words bubble up in my throat
but i push them all down
if i don't
then i'll lose control
screams rattle inside my skull
but i never voice them
for fear of not stopping
i have so much to say
so much anger to express
but it isn't a good idea
i don't want to be like them
they were volatile
and as unstable as dynamite
i don't want to become violent
and see their faces in my reflection
 Apr 29 The Wilted Witch
Eve
of all the calamities
it's this one that does it.
chewing on fantasies
wears my bite down.
i'm eroding,
my feathers are fading         away.
i'm going,
to be someone

someday.
Each smile a map, each line a trail,
Etched softly on the skin's embrace.
A journey marked in fine detail,
The story written on your face.

The laugh that danced around the eyes
Still lingers in a softened fold,
A map of moments, lows and highs,
A quiet story, gently told.

Not every crease was born from pain,
Some stem from joy that overflowed.
Expressions that we can't restrain,
Emotions that our hearts bestowed.

So wear these lines with quiet pride,
They are the footprints of your days.
A testament to life applied,
A living poem on your face’s page.
Time always tells no matter the canvas. When I look at others I can't help but notice their resting face and what it says about how they feel about their life.

We have earned everyone of our wrinkles. I refuse to try to make them disappear to look more attractive to anyone. If you can't see beauty in the life that I lived on my body then honey you aren't my people.
I‘m sorry my light painted you in colors you didn‘t know you had in yourself
I‘m sorry I opened you up for new scents you never knew you could smell
I‘m sorry life was easier before you held my hand
But why did you have to curse me?
it wasn’t me who sent you to hell
this is about a queer love story, I hope that makes it easier to understand :)
Nothing frightens me,
not even the darkness that beckons.
Not the pills that promise oblivion,
nor the blade that lays me bare.
Not the tears that momentarily escape,
nor the memories that haunt me still.
Not even Death's siren song,
which whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
For in the dance of flames and wind,
I found a spark that refused to die.
And though I was ready to surrender,
I couldn't let go of you.
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