amante

amante Mar 2019

fluffy cream, beaten egg whites,
powdered sucre, brown and white,
mix it in a bowl, made from the wood of cupid's bow,
add in all your true feelings, affection, and hope,
and soon you'll have a sweet that makes you feel like you can float !

#happy #love #cute #cupid

amante Mar 2019

opposites really do attract, huh?

my eyelids droop, heavy
and yours stay open, wide awake through the night
an insomniac and a narcolept.

i run, and i dance, soaking the warm rays of the sun through my skin, rushing to spend my days out in the open,
you cower, and deny, throwing excuses to stay inside the safety of your cold dark home.
the sun and the moon.

cheers and cries spill from my orange lips, excitement in every syllable exclaimed,
mutters, stutters, utterances and lies pour from your chapped lips as you fumbled out your reasons.
an extrovert and an introvert.

a villain, a hero.
an optimist and a pessimist.
bitter and sweet,
adoration and frustration .

"opposites really do attract, huh?"
you say, a grin on your chapped lips,
i frown, they really do

#opposites

amante Mar 2019

sickness.

a cough breaks the silence,
the dust from the window settling in my lungs,
as i lay my head against the cold glass and try to see outside,

my iv drips, my bones ache, my head pounds,
i administer the needle into my own arm, the nurses gone,
you haven't come by in a long time, i do this all alone,

i can no longer move towards the window,
and the dust settles onto my cold body.

#illness

amante Mar 2019

blackberry vanilla

your love, smells like blackberries and vanilla.
the candle you gave me, in a decorative jar, with a purple tint
for one hundred hours, i will burn, claimed the wick
on nights i felt alone i sat and watched the flame
i dreamed it brought us closer, but we grew farther anyway

for ninety-nine hours, the wax burned and melted and made my room, my life, smell of blackberries, and vanilla, and love
when the wick was down to it's last moments, you blew the candle out

the hundredth hour we will never see, it sits on my shelf, growing old and dusty. on nights i am lonely, i pull it out still,
your love smelled of fruits, of warmth, and of the dust that tickles my nose when i brought it close to the cold wick.

amante Mar 2019

sunspot

i try to watch the sunrise,
but when i blink my eyes it already passed by,
the sun it mocks me from where it rules the sky,

i hope to watch the sunset,
but when i open my eyes it already left,
the moon in it's place laughing and waxing in my face,

will i ever see the worlds wonders? will i ever stay awake to see them? the spots on the sun, the spots in my memory, i hope to see a beauty and am knocked out suddenly,

the world outside my window is so big, too bad i'll never leave my bed.

this is about dealing with a sleep disorder if you're wondering.

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