So drop your towel and I will caress your shoulder and let your hair down, ash waiting the phoenix to rise, and I will run my trembling hands along the silhouette of your shadow as we dance among moonlit hallways,
Silence among sighs, and as you unthrone me I will fall to one knee to toss my crown aside for a place at your side

Eyes are blind,
You look with
the heart, the soul, the mind

Some memories are just graffiti to the soul
Father time's hands can try to scrub the artwork away but some
images will forever  be tattooed a woeful masterpiece

I am sorry to all my pass lovers, I am sorry I did not know how to love you. I am sorry that I could not find worth in your smile, that I could not find anything but lust in your body. I am sorry for all the lost, careless secrets you shared with me. I am sorry that your memories had to be wasted on me. I am sorry I could be so blind, so negligent with your love.

Growing up my parents were always selfish. They'd rather subsidize tasteful cars than their own child's education so they could prove worthy of societal thinking.
They'd rather finance love through glamorous things instead of investing in actual intimacy.

Maybe if loneliness wasn't my parental figure then this existential adult life wouldn't be spent in monotonous cognitive states

I
seek
divine
in the
unknown

Melancholy
seeps in like a
phantom limb

desolation blinds and destroys

Wildfire inside

I want to memorize every part of
you
The shape of your thighs
The nook of your back
The velvet of your lips
And the siliken moans you make when I put my lips there

Soft fuzzy outlines of what used to be
Happiness

I held this love in my
Hands
But never in my
Heart
And with one motion
I destroyed
It

(haiku)

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poetry reveals
its reader’s heart to themself...
if they will listen.

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