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There is a beauty
In saying things, simply.
i kept our love
in the pocket
of my favourite coat
where it would be safe.
it stayed there
for days
just getting cozier
and more pleasant.

I didn't notice the gaping hole,
which only seemed to get bigger
as our love
poked at it all the time.
slowly falling apart
at the seams.

one day,
our love dropped into
the lining.
And I never wore
my favourite coat
again.
Let me kiss you
I know your heart hurts ~
Sometimes kisses do more than numb your pain.
 May 2014 Florin Gorgan
lucy
Hurt.
 May 2014 Florin Gorgan
lucy
I love the curl of your lips but I'm not the reason for your smile anymore
and it hurts

And I love your shaggy hair but I'm not the one pulling on it anymore
and it hurts

And I love the hurricanes in your fingertips but I'm no longer drowning in your touch
and it hurts

And I love that fire in your eyes but I'm not the one who sparked it this time
and it hurts

And your tongue could tell epics of great proportions but the roof of my mouth is no longer the audience
and it hurts

It hurts so much that I can't breath
and it devestates my happy semblance
it destroys me
and you're tearing my heart apart
with your wicked smirk
and your temerous kiss
and the way you love like a paradox
but you're so beautiful
a beautiful disaster I can't help but love
and it hurts
god ****** you caliginous *******
it hurts
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that--
it had kept them going when
all seemed
truly
hopeless.

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save
me? he
thought.

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:
you're going to have to
save yourself.

still smiling,
a: he lit a
cigarette
b: he poured
another
drink
c: gave the blade
another
spin.
 May 2014 Florin Gorgan
s
you are the poem my mind can only think of
goodnight ♡
 May 2014 Florin Gorgan
Jay
I miss you

If that isn't good enough to get you to come back,

Then I don't know what is
Beyond the past,
Beyond our future.
Evolution is inevitable.

Change,
Will always be apart of,
THIS sand of time.

AS the dreams commence,
As our path becomes clear.
The treasuring reward,
Is within the crystal sphere.

One finds its true dream,
Within the universe that bonds.
Finding Thy Destiny,
Beyond the red sands.
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