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Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
Love seeps through every pore,
hides under my painted fingernails
and delves deep within my heart
ready to reflect outside
and absorb; just like sunlight

But fear hinders me;
a fear of love unrequited
of falling too deeply
and breaking apart
softly
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
Scorching red flames
dance in perfect circles--
engulfing all passion
removing any trace of emotion--
It slithers down my veined neck
it smoulders, burns,
to slaughter the vigorous desire
I attempt to refrain
but cannot remove

Yet my heart continues to beat--
the invincible fire synonymous to destruction
continues to be inferior
to my robust, paper heart
inked with memories of
me, you, and us--
and wishful thinking that
yours is stained
with me.
Inspired by "My Heart is Not A Machine" by Whitley, one of my favourite songs of all time. The verse that haunts me most:

It sings louder than the fire
I poured down my neck just to **** desire
Just to **** desire
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
Infatuation;
when you focus, idolise and fixate upon
the one reason it will work--
ignoring the million others
that dictate otherwise

It is unreasonable
logic screams; reason shatters
yet so heartbreakingly human
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
Thank you
for teaching me how to love, even without reciprocation
I no longer fear unrequited love

Thank you
for being my sunlight
by simply being yourself

Thank you
for showing your vulnerabilities and insecurities
because it reminds me you're human

Thank you
for being so adorable and innocent
that my heart breaks for you

Thank you
for teaching me that playfulness
can start friendships

Thank you
for positively influencing my life
without being aware of it
A personal poem. Unrequited love used to hurt me immensely, but I'm beginning to find positives in it, too. There's something beautiful about unconditionally caring about someone --how they're feeling, being sensitive to every emotion they feel, sharing stories with them, laughter-- and not expecting anything in return. Maybe this is the closest emotion to selflessness.
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
friendly summer breeze
our bright eyes fill with laughter
the days never cease
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
bittersweet endings
indicate new beginnings
branching from the past
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
painted silhouette
underneath harvested moon
sobbing for freedom
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