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Midnight May 2018
isn't it amazing
how lovers
can become strangers
so quickly

isn't it funny
how burning love
can turn ice cold
so suddenly

and isn't it tragic
how two people
can **** each other
instantly
this wasn't necessary
  May 2018 Midnight
skyler
intoxicated
it's easy to forget you

sober
you're all i think about

clear choice isn't it?
  May 2018 Midnight
Jack
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
Midnight May 2018
before you came
my heart was a wasteland
desolate, dark, dreary
black like death

the sun never shown
and the wind always blew

but after you came
my heart grew into a garden
cultivated, clear, colorful
white like life

the sun always shown
and the wind never blew
Please stay.
  May 2018 Midnight
devante moore
I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet
Midnight May 2018
you
your jawline
like ice
your lips
sweet honey
dark eyes
an abyss
and darling
i'm lost in it
And I don't want to be found
  May 2018 Midnight
Ciel Noir
I am                  so afraid
To be                  touched
That I put            myself
In            a big glass box
Where I can r e a c h out
As much as           I want
I press my warm  hands
To the cold               glass
Until             it grows hot
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