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Oct 2016 · 1.2k
Whirlpool
stas Oct 2016
There is a whirlpool where my heart should be.

It swallows the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, all the beauty in the ways you love me, without apology.

In the darkness, if your body was lying still next to my own, I would turn you into a sunset, finger paint the shallow hues of blue, the nostalgic purples and pinks all swirled together against the grain of your skin.
I would show you all the ways your love turns the melanin of my skin into shades of red, like I am a rose in the garden of everything you love, everything that loves you.

And I will untie the knots of your soul like they are shoe laces:
Pulling
And pulling
And pulling at the strings of everything you are until you've unraveled, all your broken pieces blended with my broken pieces, we could create a mosasic, we could be a work of art.
And isn't that ironic, how things that are so broken, can be so beautiful?

There is a whirlpool where my heart should be, it swallows all your love for me, and all its beauty, without apology.
Oct 2016 · 857
You & I
stas Oct 2016
You and I together:
Honey drips from the melanin of our skin, our kisses are sweeter than most, we speak without using words.
You and I together:  
Fumbling our hands across the braille on the others skin, it was written in a language on we could understand.
You and I together:  
There is silent love between us. A soft melody of promises underlying the way we whisper each other's names.

I will rewrite my name into the hollow spaces in your heart
build myself a home in all your blank space
allow you to love me in the softest of ways.
Even if it's just for now, I want you and I together.
I love you.
Jul 2016 · 556
Soft
stas Jul 2016
You were soft before,
Like morning rain or
Late Sunday afternoons
Or lovers finally making amends with messy hearts in unmade beds.
You were soft before.
Jan 2016 · 579
Ten Word Story
stas Jan 2016
Break my heart, make me believes it's out of love.
Aug 2015 · 2.1k
Brown sugar skin.
stas Aug 2015
You only wanted a taste of my brown sugar skin, to kiss my lips that are made from all my sins, you never wanted to dance with me, only wanted to **** the sweetness straight from my veins, your tongue was quick, painted me a new horizon, made me feel like my brown skinned body was worth something to you, until you stopped, until I wasn't worth something to you, you've ****** the sweetness from me, my heart no longer beats like a drum, I lost myself inside of your watercolor eyes, I'm still trying to find my way out.
Break my ******* heart already.
May 2015 · 4.0k
Six word story.
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
a part of you, a part of me
stas Jan 2015
A part of you will always be hidden inside of the parts of me I can't help but hide and a part of me will always be hidden in the dark circles under your eyes, think of me next time you can't sleep at night.

A part of you will always be under my nails, from trying too hard to hold onto you for too long, a part of me will always be in the knots of your stomach, when you are nervous and your insides are overlapping, think of me.

A part of you will always be on my tongue, I've brushed my teeth until my gums bled but I can still taste you. A part of me will always be in the spot on your neck, next time she kisses it, think of me.

A part of you will always be hidden in the way I tap my leg when I can't think straight, because maybe if I tap enough, you will rewrite yourself into someone else's mind but that isn't the case and a part of me will always be in your knees, the ones that I can still make weak but you still have the nerve to say you don't want me.
Jan 2015 · 876
...
stas Jan 2015
...
you spoke softly, but your words still broke me.
Dec 2014 · 764
Broken Men
stas Dec 2014
I've tried rewriting him like he is another poem
embedded between pages of secrets
replacing his eyes with sparkling adjectives
polishing his edges
enabling him to roll off my tongue like I imagined he would
I've traded his scars for words laced in silver
like beautiful words would stop the bleeding
but broken men are not poems
they are not to be sculpted into stanzas
they are time bombs
with three seconds left on the clock
they posses oceans inside their lungs
their eyes are riptides
you cannot rewrite the parts of him
to coincide with the parts of you
they may be broken
their hearts turning black and blue
but the solution to their problem does not begin with you
you can stretch your hands as big as they will go
but it will never be enough to catch their pain
you will drown trying to keep them afloat
the solution to their problem does not begin with you
It will never begin with you
Oct 2014 · 1.5k
okay
stas Oct 2014
You fell in love with my negative space, the parts of me that I couldn't stand to see, but when your hand reached between my thighs, I said okay.

You told me you liked my smile, but only when I was unbuttoning my shirt, but when you asked if I wanted this, I said okay.

You promised me we would be okay, that all my fears would go away, when you told my to lie down and close my eyes, I said okay.

If this is what love is, I'm not okay.

— The End —