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i wanted to clench a lithe, flimsy sky in the thicket of my veins like preserved butterflies seize gale, glitter pollen, laughter between laced handcuffs quietly, lovingly beneath the tender protest of old stars i wanted to break something beautiful. i wanted to hold you between the rubble cluttered consonants on my tongue, your cracked glass soul, the constellations in your smile, i wanted to cradle you like a dream, and break you like a promise. The sky painted itself the color of candied raven and the tingle of your touch still flooded the river beds of my soul; false bravado tattooing its flaxen lies beneath my eyelids and blood stains on my wrists i crushed my own heart seventeen times a day but you were so beautiful with your hair dyed the color of freedom wings perched, loud crimson lips and hollow nightingale cages a sizzling sip of obliteration like pallid ceramic angels on forsaken attic shelves, teardrops from rusty faucets decaying family portraits swooned on glassy tables— i fell i dropped i cracked i shattered i broke along with you
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
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i wanted to clench a lithe, flimsy sky in the thicket of my veins like preserved butterflies seize gale, glitter pollen, laughter between laced handcuffs quietly, lovingly beneath the tender protest of old stars i wanted to break something beautiful. i wanted to hold you between the rubble cluttered consonants on my tongue, your cracked glass soul, the constellations in your smile, i wanted to cradle you like a dream, and break you like a promise. The sky painted itself the color of candied raven and the tingle of your touch still flooded the river beds of my soul; false bravado tattooing its flaxen lies beneath my eyelids and blood stains on my wrists i crushed my own heart seventeen times a day but you were so beautiful with your hair dyed the color of freedom wings perched, loud crimson lips and hollow nightingale cages a sizzling sip of obliteration like pallid ceramic angels on forsaken attic shelves, teardrops from rusty faucets decaying family portraits swooned on glassy tables— i fell i dropped i cracked i shattered i broke along with you
#love#heartbreak#sad#depression#free#verse
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
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