I have a lover,
you might know her.
A beauty in disguise;
she is sometimes coy, sometimes brash.
It came like an epiphany, the moment I realised
she meant everything to me.

We sometimes hate each other
or I ignore her or I just can’t find her
no matter how hard I try; though I know she is inside me

And I know how to manipulate her -
how to charm her
She tells me what i want to hear
Sometimes
she lets me be beautiful, other times she makes me a monster.

Sweet cacophony til my mouth runs dry,
my aching hand connotes a moment of passion, of intimacy
and when Im drunk, she brings out the worst in me.

I’ll always be in love with her, even though it will always be uncertain whether she loves me back
even though she is not always there for me, when I need her
Even though it would be easier to forget about her.

Unrequited as it may be
I’ll never stop needing her,
I’ll never stop looking for her,
I’ll never stop trying my best for her.
She’s made me all that I am,
She’s made my world a better place,
The least I could do
Is to spend my life
trying to return the favour.

a connotation of infinity
sharpens the temporal splendor of this night

when souls which have forgot frivolity
in lowliness,noting the fatal flight
of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream

down eager avenues of lifelessness

consider for how much themselves shall gleam,
in the poised radiance of perpetualness.
When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought

is like a woman amorous to be known;
and man,whose here is alway worse than naught,
feels the tremendous yonder for his own—

on such a night the sea through her blind miles

of crumbling silence seriously smiles

shyness is an enigma i could never dissect despite being wholly swallowed by it so often

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Lately I’ve been wearing nostalgia like a leather jacket;
it keeps you warm but is cold when you touch it.

Though it’s no use missing something
when you’re not missing the whole of it.

What better melody than the noise of being short of breath;
heart’s fast and body burning
Everything’s quiet but the bed sheets rustling
Because really the best music is felt, not heard
So listen to me as I don’t say a word

I like the song we sing when we’re drunk
The one where it sounds like
you’re telling me to be yours for just a night more

A harmony,
The way our mouths move harmoniously

An orchestra,
How this mess was orchestrated so precisely

And the chorus plays again - the noise of being short of breath;
Heart’s fast and body burning
Everything’s quiet

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