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curlygirl Apr 2016
i write about him
so much
because i keep hoping
that he'll finally
let them in,
let them love him
comfort him
transform him
into the person
i'm actually writing about
curlygirl Apr 2016
i pour my soul
into him
but he's so broken
that it seeps out
the other  side
and we're both
left completely
empty.
curlygirl Apr 2016
it's petrifying
to think that
the qualities
that drew you
to my bed
will be
the ones
to push
you out.
curlygirl Apr 2016
it wasn't the realization
that he would never be
all that i wanted him to.
it was that he
would never want
to try.
curlygirl Apr 2016
my favorite sound
is the one he makes
when my lips
meet his collarbone.
curlygirl Apr 2016
his eyes were tempestuous storms
and i knew i had to dance
in his deluge
even if
i was struck
by lightning
curlygirl Apr 2016
kiss starlight into my skin
immortalize me with cries to the
heavens,
in this bed
make me as fragile and beautiful
as a constellation
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