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He traces constellations on my back while I'm asleep. Last night he kissed each of my fingers, 'one mores one more moment.' I cracked my knees when he looked at me. I'm not much for telling lies, sometimes the truth stings twice as hard. He slumps over the counter, a tower of defeat, of falling, the tower of a fighter. My name is carved on his forearm, with red lipstick and fruity perfumes. The color of his eyes bleeds when he sees me; I'm draining him every moment he holds me. He's weary but he's not breaking; I falter every time the wind blows. He grabbed my arm when I fell that way, I fell into him instead. My hands broke when I grabbed him. He corsets up my ribs for me, I hold him when I can. He carries constellations in his palms, and he releases them just for me. I always cry when he looks at me like that. I saw him yesterday, like for the first time. A flame I lit myself maybe years ago. Our eyes are never empty when they reflect each other. I imagine love would be like that.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
The Last Time
He traces constellations on my back while I'm asleep. Last night he kissed each of my fingers, 'one mores one more moment.' I cracked my knees when he looked at me. I'm not much for telling lies, sometimes the truth stings twice as hard. He slumps over the counter, a tower of defeat, of falling, the tower of a fighter. My name is carved on his forearm, with red lipstick and fruity perfumes. The color of his eyes bleeds when he sees me; I'm draining him every moment he holds me. He's weary but he's not breaking; I falter every time the wind blows. He grabbed my arm when I fell that way, I fell into him instead. My hands broke when I grabbed him. He corsets up my ribs for me, I hold him when I can. He carries constellations in his palms, and he releases them just for me. I always cry when he looks at me like that. I saw him yesterday, like for the first time. A flame I lit myself maybe years ago. Our eyes are never empty when they reflect each other. I imagine love would be like that.
Was a long time ago.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
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