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My energy; do be spared of positive & negative charges, as my eyes are polarized, amid lost feelings and wisdom gained. A polaroid picture; as the sight of it, had to develop its own film strip, of all my past memories. Every thought plays out so carelessly, like a child running in a candy store; the sweetest notion of a touch, a heart smitten by the rush of an unforeseeable crush, — crushed & pressed. Yet; by the similar fashion of the pressure a lover gets, when addressing their feelings; my own words feel overdressed; as the formal appearance of a necktie and blazer. Doing my best to suit the petition of love; it seems the attire should have been a bulletproof vest, to protect my naked chest. Still I’m liken to finding my actions uniform; as an acquired fit, that mustn’t take all love the same. But rather be consistent, and conforming to these set standards: trust, openness, communication, boundaries & compromises. For there is no greater selfish love, than the one, where one party receives the fullest love; choosing not to let go of some. It could prove wise, to avoid such matters of the heart; for the heart is made of matter; the universal mass to be in love, and how you treat love, does indeed affect the volume of set heart.
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May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 4:54 AM UTC
Matters of the heart
My energy; do be spared of positive & negative charges, as my eyes are polarized, amid lost feelings and wisdom gained. A polaroid picture; as the sight of it, had to develop its own film strip, of all my past memories. Every thought plays out so carelessly, like a child running in a candy store; the sweetest notion of a touch, a heart smitten by the rush of an unforeseeable crush, — crushed & pressed. Yet; by the similar fashion of the pressure a lover gets, when addressing their feelings; my own words feel overdressed; as the formal appearance of a necktie and blazer. Doing my best to suit the petition of love; it seems the attire should have been a bulletproof vest, to protect my naked chest. Still I’m liken to finding my actions uniform; as an acquired fit, that mustn’t take all love the same. But rather be consistent, and conforming to these set standards: trust, openness, communication, boundaries & compromises. For there is no greater selfish love, than the one, where one party receives the fullest love; choosing not to let go of some. It could prove wise, to avoid such matters of the heart; for the heart is made of matter; the universal mass to be in love, and how you treat love, does indeed affect the volume of set heart.
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27/M/Zimbabwe
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 4:54 AM UTC
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