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alupa 4d
It was more like I was slowly sinking
deeper and deeper each day

You poured your love into me
And it drenched my heart
streamed through my veins
Soaking every single cell of my body
Leaking out of the pores of my skin
And dripping from my fingertips
To bleed into everything I touch

It flooded my chest
And filled up my lungs
Until it spilled out of my mouth
Trickling from my tongue
Saturating every single word I say

It flowed through every part of me
And eventually seeped into my bones
Making all that I am
Crave all that you are

I never fell in love with you
I drowned in it
alupa Apr 30
The brain is like a map.
Every path leads me to you.
alupa Apr 20
You're still stuck on my fingertips
And leave your mark on everything I touch
Maybe it's time to wash you away.
alupa Apr 8
Suddenly, everything changed
The universe I knew was supposed to be black
But never had I seen all these tones of grey
Dark figures emerged
And the sky was full of blood
Drowning millions of lights beneath its greedy waves
And I thought the world was going to end
As everything I used to know started to change
Fire appeared on the horizon
And I was blinded by it
Everything went from black to white
But once my eyes had adjusted
I saw that the world didn't end
It was full of colours
No, it rather seemed like it had just been born
a sunrise
alupa Mar 22
Like a steady drizzle
You changed me
I didn't even notice you did
Until my soul was soaked
alupa Feb 22
If you were a song
then one of these that everybody claims to hate but secretly admires.
You'd be one of these songs that stick in your head all day while you can't remember their name.
You'd be one of these songs that I never get tired of listening to.
If you were a song
then one of these that move people's hearts.
If you were a song
you'd be a soft, slow, sad one.
If you were a song
you'd be a mysterious and nobody would know where it came from.

If you were a song
I'd play it.
And I wouldn't let it end.

if you were a song
I'd be good enough to make it keep going.
I could prevent the melody from fading out,
the words from slipping away,
the song from going quiet.
if you were a song
I could still hear you
because I'd be good enough.
alupa Jan 4
A movement in the corner of an eye,
noises in the dark,
a missing glove,
a cold breeze and the door shuts.

Today, footprints in the snow,
the curtains move in an empty house,
a faint stain on the carpet,
melted ice on the kitchen floor.

A melody, indistinguishable from the howling wind,
a whisper in the walls,
steps outside in the garden,
soft on the frozen snow.

Sweating despite the cold,
a pale star in the night sky,
distant voices in the dark,
a figure wandering the deserted streets.

Rose petals on the doormat,
dust floating in mid air,
a flickering candle light,
just a ghost lingering at the house.

Just another lonely soul that can't let go,
until it's forgotten,
like all the lost gloves,
and footprints,
and stars.
Like all the figures in the foggy winter's night.
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