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๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต?

๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ?

"Bury me,
in your protection."
๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ,
"Keep me
and my heart collected."
๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ,
"I will
embrace your affection,
๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜,
feel safe
wrapped in this connection."

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜...

๐—š๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜†๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚.

I handed you in pieces,
all my beauty and my truth.
You promised you would hold them
with love the whole way through.

๐˜ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ,
to believe
that it was ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฒ.

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ,
I believed
that it was ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚.

But for some reason, this feeling
makes me commit treason.
I cause my own bleeding
and my boundaries weaken.

This lighting's deceiving
and I'm seeking to find,
the line intervening
between you and I.
But it's gone to the night.
You're all that I want.
You're all that's in sight.

I don't want to escape ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ,
or this ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ on my ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜.

So, when you asked me...
"๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต?"

๐—œ ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ.

Blinded by
this lustful yearn. I'd,
never seen eyes that
didn't fear me first. I'd,
never met a mouth
so pretty as yours.

Craving the flavour,
the taste of my curves.
Seeking to savour
the twists and the turns,
of ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ body, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ kiss,
and ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ tongue.

My ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป and my ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€
to you I'd serve.

All I can do is
๐™จ๐™ช๐™˜๐™˜๐™ช๐™ข๐™—.

๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต...

I forgot just where
my mind went. I'd,
misplaced and lost
the sentiment, that
centres me
in these,
elements. The,
intensity
is relevant
to the detriment
of my disconnect
to the self I sense.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜...

๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜†๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด I know is true.

When you asked for me,
I gave you ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ than you could ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ.

And I wanted you to swallow it, ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ค.

But the problem is...
All this complicated
**** you say
I regurgitated,
is a result of how
intoxicated
I am from always
accomodating
a level of love
approximated. I,
never know if I'm
dominated, or
if this loves
consolidated, and

all I did,
was ๐˜๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ this...

Slowly losing you. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด...
Never finding truth...
Never knowing what you do.

Giving me a piece,
and then taking back two.

Pushing and pulling
in and out of my view.
Raining down sentiments
that keep me confused.

I can't find my way
in the dark of the moon.
Can't locate your love
in this light, misconstrued.

As I pick up the pieces
you dont care to lose,
I start to ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป if ๐—œ
can ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜บ ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™...

And thats when I lost me.
๐™„ ๐™›๐™ช๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™™๐™ง๐™š๐™ฌ.

Tumbling backwards
to a past I once knew,
of cyclical madness
and embedded abuse.

In madness and lament,
I'm fully consumed.
My ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต meets the ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต,
and I act like a ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น.

๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,
looking right ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต.

๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ.

On this trail I'm left lost in...
When you leave - it turns to ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€.

...

I wish you hadn't held my hand,
telling me about your youth.
Carving our names in the sand,
only not to pursue.

I wish you wouldn't say name,
when you look at the moon.
Whispering melodies
in a deviant tune.

For I am ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
by the dance of your mouth,
as it makes your words move
in the night, all throughout.

But I can't be confused
by the beautiful sounds
of a ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ...
Of a song, ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ and ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ.

So this, I return.
For my heart, I must choose:
to ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ or to ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป,
or to let myselfย ย ๐—ฏ ๐—น ๐—ผ ๐—ผ ๐—บ .

ย ย ย ย  ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด,
ย ย ย ย  ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ.

So, I've sealed this in ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜…,
ย ย ย ย 
ย ย ย ย  and sent it
๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธย ย 
ย ย ย ย  toย ย  theย ย ย ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ปย ย .


โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
specious, adj.
1. apparently good or right though lacking real merit; superficially pleasing or plausible.
2. pleasing to the eye but deceptive.
My love unfolds only,
where hemlines meet.

In the space between skin,
and black satin sheets.

โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
Your eyes drip hot wax
on the bare of my back.
I ๐˜ด๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ at the ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ,
๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ.
ย ย 
I dont make a sound
as it cools down.
Your ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ fastened ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต,
๐—ถ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ.

You flash me your teeth -
I forget how to breathe.
And I ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, I can't ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ
๐—œ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚.
ย ย ย ย 
So I fill up the room
with the scent of my mood.
Can't ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ you get ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ
๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ผ.
ย ย ย ย 
Your tongue licks your lips.
Hungry, I am your fix.
Well ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ in your ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ
๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€.

You follow my gridlines,
I etch you in fineline.
๐˜Œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, we've ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ
๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€.
ย ย 
Your skin sends out shivers
to make my hips quiver.
They're ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ and ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ.

I keep it discrete
as you watch me low key,
til ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต on the
๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ณ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฟ.


โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
Covetous: adj. showing extreme cupidity; painfully desirous of another's advances.
Today an old friend came to visit.
Not completely unannounced, but
not particularly invited.

The kind of friend
that once served you well,
but their ways grew outdated
when you made it out of hell.

When the pain settled to trauma,
it became entirely something else.
But your friend thinks they know best
and give involuntary help.

The kind of friend
that's over bearing
and embeds into
the skin you're wearing.

Stitching in bad habits.
Manifesting your mistakes.
The friend you try to distance from,
but you can't seem to shake.

The kind of friend
you grow apart from
once your time there
is done.

Even though you're better off,
you still wonder where they are.
The kind of friend you dearly miss,
but must love them from afar.

Well, that friend...

Came knocking at my skull today.

(They told me they might be in town,
but I didn't bother to reply.)

Quick, shut off all the lights.
Quiet, try to hide.
Maybe if I'm gone,
they won't try to come inside.

But resting in the silence,
is a small child's cry.

And they know exactly,

where,

to find

me.


โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
Salvating at the scent
of *** in the room
as you linger
in the back of my throat,
on the edges of my tongue,
and in the purse of my lips.

โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
I don't believe you when you say
that your hands are tied.

I don't believe you when you say
that your hands don't have holes in them.

That the sand doesn't slowly pour out through the cracks between your fingers.

...

๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ...

when you asked me
to hand you my soul,

that the depths of its love,
your hands, ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ.

...

โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
STUCK
In the space between
What we know
And what they don't.

HERE
In this room, that your eyes
Are filling with smoke
That only I can choke on.

YOU
Take up so much space
In this place, you and that
Fly on the wall.

AND
We keep a safe distance
Until a red carpet rolls out
To the livingroom floor.

I
Find myself submitting,
Cause your mouth is so delicious.
Your eyes are so insatiable,

And this story's too salacious.

โ–ช๏ธŽ mica light โ–ช๏ธŽ
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