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eloïse Jul 2019
i tasted honey
as words dripped
out of my lips.

i thought it was fine.

until it landed on your tongue
and you tasted poison.

nothing was right ever since.
eloïse Jul 2019
and i stared at my hands and asked myself if these were capable of violence too.
eloïse Jul 2019
why can't we resist pretty faces that clearly scream danger?
eloïse Jul 2019
is there any way,
                                    we would somehow
wind up together
in 40 years
laughing about our mad journey?
eloïse Jul 2019
his kind of love was the kind of love that you got excited for nothing.

it was the kind of love that you had with your best friend ; an evergreen kind of love.

his love was the kind of story that had no ending because there were too much to tell.

but,

his love was also like a bottomless ocean.
you need to be careful,
or else you'll drown.
eloïse Jul 2019
a-n-j-e-l-i-k-a

anjelika.

that was her name.
eloïse Jul 2019
i looked at you,
and

it didn't feel right.

i hate it.
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