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 Nov 2017 Eleanor
Kenya83
Night had fallen for hours, the moon fell from the sky
She closed her eyes from darkness, and pictured you in her mind
Touching the softness of her torso, she watched you stroke her silhouette
She felt your hands like freedom, as skin on skin connect
Familiar textures at cosmic heights, light luminous spheres, held together by their own gravity
On this night of promised melodies, scattering music notes like stars,
that twinkle in time to beating hearts,
She let galaxies fill her mind, as comets spark and lips embark
She opened her eyes and caught your falling heart
He is two -
Like a vinyl record--
he has an 'A' side
and a 'B' side;
guess which one
I love to listen to,
on repeat,
over,
and over,
again?

He is two -
Like cuttlery--
A knife
and a fork -
one is sharp
and cuts deep,
and one picks me up;
guess which one
I love to spoon?

He is two -
Both,
the sun,
and the moon;
and I,
... well,
I was doomed
from the beginning,
just like a shooting star;
guess which one
I fell for?

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Nov 2017 Eleanor
September
Untitled
 Nov 2017 Eleanor
September
Sorry I can't
hear you any
—more.
I think we're

breaking up.


I think we're

breaking down
each other.
draft from fall 2013
 Nov 2017 Eleanor
vinny
i fell in love with a liar
and her itchy
trigger fingers

showing me her world
the brilliance within
elevating to extremes  
then pulling the pin

i fell in love with a liar
and balanced there
for just a second

then one day she had a scratch
and i happened to be within range
she relieved my of my burdens
man i miss those chains
Things that nobody talks about:
The desperation of loving someone who doesn't love you
How the sun feels warmer when you've spent a year being cold
The feeling of weightlessness after crying yourself to sleep
When he stares long and hard at you and smiles softly, making your eyes feel shy even when you are not
How people who used to exist in your orbit still take chunks off of your surface, even when you've taken so many hits you hardly exist.

Things that nobody talks about:
Even when you've moved on, even when you've found someone who loves you more, even when you've discovered better things, your skin remembers things best forgotten.
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