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her cotton mouth heart
parched and dry as the desert
thirsting to be loved
"when I think of you
my body is still here
but my Spirit floats..."

Your love makes this dead heart beat again. Words can't express how grateful I am. You don't know how long its been. Since Ive felt less like a zombie and more human. Less like a plastic smile. More transparent. I can put the rifle down and unlock the door, be less guarded, less insecure. I don't have to wear a mask or filter; only be a self portrait; a reflection of myself. You see me for me. More transparent. Less concrete and more soul. Even if I am but skeleton branches barely clothed in leaves; you accept me for me. Scars and all my faults. My empty apologies, past regrets. My nightmares. But most importantly all my dreams. My transparency. The bareroots of my tree. For that I will always love you, always in the way you love me; completely.
I write love poems when I feel alone. Even though Ive never known the feeling of falling in love. It eases the loneliness, gives me hope :)
Split the vein of heart
let all your beautiful colors spill
bleed your love
all over me...
blank canvas of clouds
bare your soul to me
paint my black and blue
pure and new

I will bloom for you
as only the soul touched
by light and beauty can


orange and pink and auburn
like flowers and autumn leaves and sunrise
every sunset
I will spend my moments
with you
in your garden
smelling your roses
daydreaming
in the morning of your eyes
in the night of your dreams
flying like stars
dancing like the wind
sturdy as a mountain

Ill wait for you
underneath a blanket of darkness
pale as the whitewashed moon
flask half empty
waiting to be filled
to drink you in
get drunk on you
be the one
your lips make love to
the lungs your breath settles into
the flesh you crawl beneath
to slumber in peace
the heart you escape into
whenever you are on the run from the world
your place of solitude and quiet
your shelter

*Chose me
and I promise to be
an ending
to all your unhappy endings
your happily ever after
your here and now
and thereafter in the hereafter
forever and always
This poem was inspired by a fellow poet on my IG. Her poems make a dead heart beat again. If you would like to follow her her is her ig @angeadan.
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