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Silver Jan 2019
You didn't mean to do this
I was possessed by the sparks, ignited despite the odds
In that moment- I would have given you my entire soul
I would have merged into your skin and lived there forever
I would have breathed in every last one of your exhales,
And thanked you for the gift of the heat you didn't make for me
I would have burned down the house I grew up in,
If it meant we could put up a tent
Thank god you didn't let me, because I would have,
And I would have lost it all
love, obsession, unrequited, reciprocation, identity,
Silver Dec 2018
Why is it that love is so easily confused,
With a multitude of other experiences?
Perhaps we identify love as the feelings we hope are truly it,
Through the fear of acknowledging them for what they truly are.
Obsession, desperation, a projection and dependence of self-worth?
We dodge calling the *****, a *****.
Silver Nov 2018
Inhaling oakmoss and tobacco
Sparkling ivory with the structure of ebony
She swirls her glass, wrapped with crimson talons
Toes pointed in patent leather, wrists cuffed in white lace
The fire crackles a warning but it glows too enticingly
I feel comfort and fear, scorched and glacial
I am the arsonist's thirst- nomadic, static
If tonight isn't the peak of my existence
I am the world's luckiest soul
Silver Nov 2018
Enveloped in the warmth of wet skin
Salty fingertips grasping onto sticky arms, legs
Hair hot with amber and vanilla
Cheeks pink, lips pinker
Stolen air is sweeter
Sweeter breath is stolen
Part, slide, gasp and shudder
Breathe, breathe, breathe,

— The End —