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You drew me as the villain of your story
Brushing over my lines of kindness
Blotting out the colors with ugly spots
You threw away my features and corners
Replaced them with shades of animosity
My image at the mercy of your delicate hands
Painting me as you wish, inking lies of me
But no matter what techniques you used
What combination of colors or strokes
Or whatever tools you used to sculpt
Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder
But truth is absolute and everlasting
Go on and show off your work to the world
Be proud of the storytelling of your canvas
But you and I both know, beneath the paper
You once called this villain your loving muse
And I once called you my wonderful maker
...gentle breezes
rung the wind chimes
of two hearts
pulsing
for freedom
chorused ecstacy
tickled
the goosepimples
of breathy lovers
caressing
their love-slick bodies
oil
of romance
dripped
sizzling
'pon the ground
of their windswept haven
their sighs
matched the melody
the hollow sighs
of our earth's lungs
for they
were the energy
sustaining
love
and giving atmosphere
to worlds
untold...
Something I'd written last year, 2024, on September 15th, with my soul mate (one of them, at least), who goes by "Audrey", in mind.

Unfortunately, I don't believe she's interested in a life of love with me.
I don't know how this life is going to go, given that.
But, my life's been pretty barren, and a lot of the misery I've experienced in life can be explained by her decisions to abandon me (as well as others making this same decision).

I don't know what drives a woman to be a *******/*** worker, chasing *** with many people rather than monogamous love, as she does, rather than be with me, her soul mate, but I yearn and strive to understand, if not to save her, and other women who commit to making that hollow decision, then, at least, for some semblance of peace.
~ 💋 ~

She speaks in silk,
moves like sin,
Draws grown men like moths within.

A kiss,
a sigh,
a flash of thigh
And just like that, they’re begging why.

She toys with hearts,
delights in screams,
Turns pride to dust,
and love to dreams.

No blood,
no blade,
just one slow lean…

And down it falls,
- the Velvet Guillotine -

~ 💋 ~
A tribute to the femme fatale archetype, sensual, untamed, and devastating by design. Not every execution needs a sword; some wear satin.
Aarya 2d
What happened?
When did I become my enemy?
When did I plan this betrayal?
That's aching inside me.

I didn't know it was this easy
to destroy yourself
I didn't think it was possible
I could turn the love to hate
within yourself

I never thought
I would betray myself one day
I would look down on myself one day
And I specifically didn't know
I would not be able to carry the weight of this hurt one day

Now?? What now?
Am I supposed to hate myself
The way I hate
The others who betrayed me?

Am I supposed to forgive??
But then, wouldn't it be unfair??
to those who were never
Forgiven by me
When their betrayals were
not even close to what I did to myself??
what now???
Of all the games
we learned to play
with jokes, with rules,
with risk and trust
we never chose
to lie.

But then you did.
And nothing
held.

No knot was tight,
no safe word sure,
no breath between us
true.

A whispered “yes”
became a guess,
and touch
a kind of theft.

Now every scene
rewinds itself,
the lines we drew
blurred…

For once a lie
slips past the lips,
nothing
truly grips.
Some wounds don’t bruise. They whisper. A single lie can unravel what a thousand touches built.
You weren't supposed to do that
There were rules, guidelines
You can't just waltz in here
And break every word
No
You were given instructions
How to handle with care
There were expectations
You agreed before entering
Yet
You didn't just trash the place
You left devastation, a mess
Breaking every piece, every rule
You weren't supposed to break me
Don’t be alarmed
if evil blooms
where you sowed
your gentlest good.

Not all earth
welcomes roots
some soils rot
what should have stood.

So plant with love,
but learn the ground,
for even light
can be misunderstood.
A reflection on misplaced effort, toxic environments, and the wisdom of discernment.
Nastia 7d
My heart was dance joyfully,
Without fear of breaking.
Like a little boy jumping
On a soft tender mattress
In grandma's room.

But you deceived me.
Turning out to be a ruthless killer.
The body screams in agony,
Calling for help from the Heavens.
Lance Remir May 9
I will die for you, with a smile on my face
To protect you with all of my life and soul
To bleed and bruise, unyielding and stubborn
A fantasy every man yearned to do for his lover

But the murderer stabbed my heart, my love
Twisted it with the dagger I happily gave them
My most beautiful killer with the pained face
A nightmare every man feared about their lover
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