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332 · Apr 2020
Rainbows
For the rainbows that are birthed from the heavy storms, hurricanes and the floods we endure in our lives are beautiful scars
that serve as a reminder that we were created for a greater purpose,
and that the pain from our torn and bleeding hearts
is what makes us triumphant and worthy.

The scorched, the damaged, the wounded, and the broken are indeed the most purest of souls.
224 · Apr 2020
Effects Of The Aftermath.
Throughout my life, I have been taught and told about the pain behind the loss and the heartbreak
But never about the pain of wanting to love someone who has been perfectly crafted for you and feeling as if you're unable to feed them the required love they deserve due to the emotional paralysis you are now inflicted with from your inner brokenness and from the world draining and milking whatever feeling or emotion you once had as your heart has now been melted to stone
And that is when you finally come to a realization that you are now left with absolutely nothing due to the oblivion of what it is to love or be loved and if whether or not you are enough.
184 · May 2020
Hypermnesia
The shadow of your smile lies in the gaze of your eyes.
It lingers deep within my thoughts, and travels further to the deepest parts of my heart, which leads to its roots growing further throughout my soul.

When I attempt to embark a new journey with another, its your presence I begin to endure.
When they carress me, it's your touch that I feel trickling down my skin to the very smallest and last atom of my body.
Whenever another places their lips on mine, it's your soft, passionate, ecstatic kisses I still taste.
When he places his body on mine, kissing me... caressing me... whispering sweet nothings into the broken windows of my heart, it's you I seem to make love to.

It's you I see.
Gravitating me closer to you, inflicting your heavenly, passion and desire-filled gaze upon me through the windows of my soul...
It's you I see... our lips being weaved together as it triggers fountains from inside me whilst your rough, exotic hands are wrapped onto my neck like a golden jewellery piece.
Every inch of my body seems to ache with the slightest thought of you.
It's your vibrant melodies my body still dances to... in my dreams... when I'm with another...
The ghost of you seems to vividly pierce through my thoughts like acid rain.

Our love had been like a sandstorm... a powerful hypnosis.

The melody of your flute will forever be my favourite song.
I carry around the nostalgic fragments of you like the calcium in my bones.

Though they have now turned to dust, the palace we've created from the love we shared will timelessly remain
my favourite memoir of you.

— The End —