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Poetry trapped
On the walls.
Elusive lips
Make me fall.
Catch me for all
That i am worth.

A penny here
A fraction there.
What can you spare?
I feel impaired.
I feel,
Apart.

Like a silhouette
Of my own breath.
So many tests.
All wicked, no rest
As i search for my chest.

.


A mindset. A mentality.
A behaviour. A belief.

I must transcend so I can sleep.
I'm coming home soon
I promise you.

I almost there.
I am almost bare.

Cracking back open
Every part of myself.

Taking my love back down
From the shelf.

I miss you and I need you.
I'm coming home soon.

Cause I miss writing my soul to you.
A letter to myself. To missing writing. To coming home again. To clearing those blockages.
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What am I doing?
When is the big break?
Where should I be?
And how do I get there?
It came again.
Breaching any boundaries
I was able to build since
the last time.

It shook me down.
Reminding of rampageous
Ways I had thought
I abandoned.

I lost control.
Misplacing my mind
with no idea where
to find it.
There is no rain to chase.
What is lost is lost.

There is no time to be retained.
What is lost is lost.

There is no gaining back what's gone.
What is lost is lost.

I only keep the memories
that have been embossed.


My body's stitched together with this chaos.
This poem inspired by the words of Honest Musings:
"When we hold people close, we also carry their past and everyone they have loved. Their stitches are ours, and every time they open: we sew them up. Every time their memories bleed, we soak the blood with our being.
Like forgotten toys, people stay in the rusty corners of our mind until one day something reminds us of them again. With a terrifying quietness, a sense of nostalgia pierces through everything we have ever been. I wish more of us knew how to be good at forgetting."
Your lips
Are bliss
Upon which
I land so
Gracefully
With every kiss. <3

As the moon loves the stars, and
as the sun loves the sky, and
as the shorelines love the ocean,
I Love You.
These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.

I know these things
tear you apart inside.

The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.

These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.

Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.

These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.

As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.
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