𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

I loathe to see your eyes
when they're frightened
by the flames in mine.

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

That the sound of your name
did not get ignited
by the words on my blade.

𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

For rage replaced love
that wasn't provided
by the ones of my blood.

𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

Seeking out my cocoon,
in circles I cycle
by the pull of the moon.

𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

All over my skin -
a lovers revival
of the yang and the yin.

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

Unlock and explore me.
You've tasted the title,
but my 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁
𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

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• mica light poetry •