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freya c Jun 2017

maddened

thin air created addiction in me-
of cotton, spice, and the ocean.

yet i distrust my nose, in spite of my blooming, ageless hope;

sometimes it picks up on sequences that aren't mine to chase.

is it selfish to say that all i've ever wanted was a chance for your heart?

i'm scared.

freya c Jun 2017

solace and candied tears

resting against each other's backs
proved to be easy, didn't it?
this shade of warmth is my favorite.
a warmth that doesn't need coaxing or bumrushed physical contact, but instead;
it is tender, fizzy and homely.

much endearingly like rolling about in a favorite sweater.

i'd like to to think this warmth is more durable than a sweater. don't you?

i have alot to thank you for, B.

freya c May 2017

pray tell

my face burns from staring
into the dark this long
probing the whirs and ticks for anything
that could just h e l p me b r e a t h e

i catch myself slipping
through springs in my bed
intertwining with the scent of you-
the smallest of grins peppered only for i-

cool dry air circulates this lonely bed
and i hurt all over, wishing to be kissed
yet i know such a thing will remain a faraway dream, tender and sweet

the snap in my chest fries my nerves.

haze blankets the night sky.

freya c May 2017

asphyxiation

purple cresents litter my palms and
i'd rather they bleed earnestly
than to see treachery hiding under my skin

freya c May 2017

you are mine//you are not

i am happy in my dreams with you
but dreams are not real-

    i am happy
    or at least i try to be.

i am happy when you comfort me
though i wish that-

    maybe the next time
     i drown, you'll be
around to touch me-

i am happy because i am your friend
    and that our bond transcends
        fragility: the mortal carcass of it all-

    i am happy
    or at least you soothe the pain.

i am happy in this safe little nook in my brain-
and heart, maybe-

where there is nothing
but you and i and
warmth-

      i am happy in my dreams with you
                                                  but dreams are

                            simply
                                                                  a figment

                                              of illusion

#love #friendship #dreams #wishfulthinking

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