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i Jan 2015
i.
i met a boy with light brown eyes
and a nice smile, with glitter in his hair
and no blood on his hands, and
he reminded me of the rain and
sun at the same time.

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ii.
he sometimes looked at me but it
wasn't with the same passionte eyes
i viewed him and i was certain he wasn't
longing for me to kiss his neck and graze
my teeth on the thin skin of his collarbone.


  
iii.
he fascinated me in ways i couldn't even explain,
his mind was the ocean i wanted to dive in and explore,
but i found myself unable to swim in the deep water,
and i couldn't find a way out on the surface, i felt myself
drowning and his arms, which didn't even reach out for me,
couldn't save me.


    
iv.*
i was buried by his laugh and drugged on his smile
but i couldn't wish for a more lovelier death.
pauline mieris Sep 2014
I.
i
bruised
my
feet

II.
i
torched
my
lungs

III.
i
drowned
my
liver

IV.
i
burned
my
flesh

V.
i
lost
my
mind
love is pain.
Avery Glows Aug 2014
Kiss me soundlessly.
Or **** me in your sleep.
I've drowned in your madness.    
And dived in too deep.          

Touch me lovingly.
Or thrill me with your lips.                
I've bathed in your venom.      
Darling',    
it no longer piques.
Vlrey Jul 2014
I'll wrap my hands around your neck
While your lips softly press to mine
Your breathing smells like cigarettes
And your lips were drowned in wine

You'll hold me tight in your arms
While I'm thinking about that nothing's constant
My tears will float your shoulder
But you won't let me suffer
In this pain
You gonna take it all away
And I'll kiss you right back
While praying that I'll never forget
How we met
mads Apr 2014
I found hell sliding down
The slight curve of your flawless porcelain back,
Embedded discreetly in electric spinal cord buzzing.
And yet... Your eyes moistened with
Glittering pools of heaven.
The reports say I drowned...
But I know your back cracked,
Hell scrambled out...
Breaking my neck
And crushing my ribcage
In a swift enchanting dance.
I'm not sure, but welcome.

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