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Infatuation. It’s a girthy, 5-syllable word and you’re In a fat, juicy, situation. It’s a swollen, darkened fruit That begs to be taken completely, Flesh devoured entirely. But it’s a trap. The sweet and tangy blood of it That dribbles down your chin To your neck To your ******* To your heart To your stomach To your hips To your groin To your *** Down your thighs To your nervous toes Is not love. Nobody wants to hear that. But some day - If you are incredibly lucky - You will look at your maroon-stained palms And the dry, sticky rivers of years running down your wrists And laugh until you cry when you realize That you could wash your whole body Because love is not in the juice. It is not your addiction, Your summer picking, Your hungry belly, Your well of adrenaline, Your rushing of heartbeats, Your tangling of bodies, Your jealousy, yearning, Nor pride. If you are incredibly lucky You will suddenly know love. As silent, simple, and strong As the fabric of the universe itself.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
If You Are Incredibly Lucky
Infatuation. It’s a girthy, 5-syllable word and you’re In a fat, juicy, situation. It’s a swollen, darkened fruit That begs to be taken completely, Flesh devoured entirely. But it’s a trap. The sweet and tangy blood of it That dribbles down your chin To your neck To your ******* To your heart To your stomach To your hips To your groin To your *** Down your thighs To your nervous toes Is not love. Nobody wants to hear that. But some day - If you are incredibly lucky - You will look at your maroon-stained palms And the dry, sticky rivers of years running down your wrists And laugh until you cry when you realize That you could wash your whole body Because love is not in the juice. It is not your addiction, Your summer picking, Your hungry belly, Your well of adrenaline, Your rushing of heartbeats, Your tangling of bodies, Your jealousy, yearning, Nor pride. If you are incredibly lucky You will suddenly know love. As silent, simple, and strong As the fabric of the universe itself.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
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