this feeling is somehow beautiful
the way that trying a new food that quickly becomes your favorite feels
or the way it feels to look in the mirror and truly and deeply love the person that looks back at you
this feeling is new
and new is exciting and terrifying and crazy
and
new is beautiful
this feeling is something to be celebrated
so that's what i'll ******* do

We met in the movies
She was the damsel in distress and I was superman
A character I chose to be all because I was foolishly in love at first sight
Beauty was the word that  embraced her face and made it beam like the sunset scenery of Miami beach.
I must confess
Her smile woke up the angels in my heart that frequently sang those beautiful serenades to attract her thoughts in my charming zone
I vowed to stand by her even in the heaviest storms and to warm her in the coldest seasons.
My chest often felt the heaviness of her head whenever she fell asleep
But the best part of the story is,
I chose to love her forever

...But at night

My head is a radio tower

The thoughts and information bouncing off the walls of my mind

Front to back

Voices from different frequencies

Endlessly bombarding me.

Never stopping

Never ending.

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And for the first time in my life

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I find myself begging for a place

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Where I don't get cell service.

it hits me like a train, the realization
that you're my hazy summer, but this is a flirtation

and i'd light myself on fire
just to see your face aglow
i'd climb up every mountain
just to kiss you in the snow

an unrelenting joy that rushes through my veins
when you're beside me, things hardly stay the same

i've been told that this cannot be healthy
this cannot be true love
but 'i don't care,' i say
what else could i make broken hearts out of?

My mother likes to hang bells
On the front door,
And I always wondered
What they were for.

They would jingle
Whenever someone
made entry,
and glitter
With the light
from the lamppost
On the street.

But they became dull
Hanging all day,
And the giggling clatter
Mulled and dulled
to a brassy bray.

Mom has a small wedding bell
Of a silver boy
Holding flowers
With a smiling grin.
He’s asking her to ring him
And bring back memories.

But father’s guitar glistens
Whilst the sun lays low.
With one pluck
The vibration hums
Smooth and mellow.

But can you hear it
Sitting on the steps?
This house is so large
But there still lays unrest.

And through The corridor
Clacks the patter
Of greyed canine feet.
But some of us
Lay silent
And reap the past
From the sounds
That do dare speak.

the living room clock
Drones with That of a distant chime,
Because the living arrangements
Have changed overtime.

She always loved a little magic.
But, don't we all
Admire the art in deception and
Manipulation of the truth?

I guess we all love a little magic.
Maybe, even too much but
We are taught to do what we love.

So she picked up her wand,
All smeared in black,
Her eyelashes her stage,
And performed her illusion.

I'm not a moral compass
I can't say what's right
But
I can say that what i want to do
tonight
Is definitely wrong
And i want it to last
As long as i can
I want you to be satisfied
With red marks on your back and ***
And pleasure induced tears in your eyes
Despite
My inexperience i aim to please
I hope i can fulfill your needs...
And i can't accomplish that I'll at least have done the Deed

-Neroamee Alucard