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Mandalyne Feb 2018
"Don't move". She sits behind the stand. She's become a shadow, but the light is showing her eyes above the canvas, looking at him, paintbrush in hand.
He stands there, eyes full of wonder and curiosity, smiling but not too broadly, so as to allow her to paint his natural grace. They are alone in the studio, but this picture is captured in its frame.
Mandalyne Feb 2018
The ticking of the clock grows exponentially louder
and aligns perfectly with the throbbing inside my head
He turns and leaves me alone
yet again
Mandalyne Feb 2018
You say you're not a writer
Yet your words wrap their silken arms around me
and caress me as gently as you do.
They fall unto me like the sunset over the ocean;
slowly, vibrant, mesmerizingly.
Mandalyne Feb 2018
He said to me
You are the ocean
90 percent of you undiscovered
Untouched & unreachable
And I want to drown in your waters
Mandalyne Feb 2018
We could talk about my outfit. How the emerald green brings out my eyes, but I'm far more curious as to why you don't see that my appearance is simply what I hide behind
We could talk about the barista. How she took a little too long to pour your coffee. Instead I'm wondering why she trembled when she took your money
We could talk about the traffic. How the mindless swerving and enraged screaming ruins your mood, but never mind that, tell me why you duck your head slightly as we go under a bridge, or why you stop at every yellow light as though you're afraid of the risk
We could talk about the weather, but I'm more interested in the scar along your chin that only reveals itself to me when the sunlight hits it
I’m just so tired of the small talk. As though we don’t have each of our entire worlds to discover. As though we have lived our entire lives to discard the things that have shaped us. When really it is so much more invigorating to tear the walls down and talk about the things that actually ******* mean something.
Mandalyne Feb 2018
I caught you inside her and you said you were trying to fill the void.
I asked, "hers, or yours?"
  Sep 2016 Mandalyne
Sofia
dear adam,
you were my first love
i'm not sure if you loved me
as much as i loved you
but God did i love you
the world began with us
isn't that amazing?
even in the crevices of our  
makeshift beds weaved out
of lazy limbs and hazy intentions
even if i felt your heart didn't beat
for flesh such as mine
i loved you i loved you i love you
maybe i'm sorry i wasn't enough
but i know it wasn't me
i know you wished the world
didn't begin with a boy and a girl
being told to love
as if love was easy
i'm sorry i knew that maybe
you wished there was a choice
i knew that you wanted more than
soft sighs and long hair
maybe you wanted someone
who fit you the way your own gods told you
your own gods being your anatomy
your every nerve telling you
this isn't right
this isn't the natural order of things
i'm sorry i didn't pray hard enough
i was happy to have a part of you
even if that part included your dreams
of someone like you
of someone much different than i
we will never know now
and that's the saddest part
even when sacred texts chronicle us
as being an eternal pair
that brought paradise to flames
i do not regret following you into hell
i would bite into the universe
again and again and again
if it meant for the freedom
that came along with shame
if it meant that the world could be
what you wanted it to be
i would navigate every circle of hell
i would find every vision of the devil
if it meant you could love who you were meant to love
i love you adam
the world began with us
and maybe that's why the world is so scattered
two scattered souls don't make for a very good world
now our children run around loving and hurting
just as we did
but you lived a good life and you knew that
you were always the good one
i was always the one who wanted to be more
and you always forgave me for that
we were a strange love - you and i
so perhaps let us forgive ourselves
after all
we are only dirt breathed by God
we had no say in our genesis
that isn't going to change now
love and everything else,
eve
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