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Malia 1d
He kisses her like the breath you take
After sinking underwater.

She kisses him like a forest fire—
The way the flame caresses wood and grass
Consumed in a little sunrise.

The wave crashes into the shore.

It smells like salt, blue and briny,
It feels like sand on your skin.

The gulls cry overhead, but they
Cannot compete with the
𝘴𝘩𝘩, 𝘒𝘚𝘏𝘏𝘏, 𝘴𝘩𝘩, 𝘒𝘚𝘏𝘏𝘏, 𝘴𝘩𝘩.
Lyteweaver Jun 21
You didn't ask me to.
But I threw my heart at you.
I stroked your ego and propped you up.
I bore my soul to you sharing the blood ink from my pen.
I was patient with your triggers and wounded words.
I saw in you magnificence that you didn't see in yourself.
I threw my heart at you
even though you didn't ask me to.
And like a ninja
you deflected it
boomeranging it back to me
slapping me in my face.
I pick up my blocked heart from the ground.
It's a little scratched and dented
but I open up my chest and stick it back in place.
Won't be long before I look for the next unsuspecting victim
to get blindsided
by my heart
spinning toward them like a Six Pointed Chinese Throwing Star.
Kshamata T May 15
I used to think death was when the brain stopped working,
when the heart stopped beating.
But the day I kissed and felt nothing—
I knew I had already died.
Death isn't just physical.
It's the numbness.
It’s loving someone or something
that no longer nurtures your soul.
It feels like burning in flames—
and somehow enjoying the intensity.
Not wanting to be saved.
Yes, I’m burning.
And for the first time,
I feel safe—
because everyone is afraid to come too close.
This is where most people die.
But strangely,
I love to live here.
In this insensibility—
a phase where I’m falling apart,
terribly,
but finally feeling secure.
I wish to stay guarded,
forever.
Marissa Lynn May 12
I will never forget our first night together.
The way he swiftly grabbed me by my waist the moment I shut the door behind me.
He pulled me in, hypnotized by his ocean blue eyes, I simply could not resist him.
He kissed me, and with the roaring intensity of a tidal wave, I was left there striped naked and exposed; swimming in the depths of his desire & unspoken love for me.
Our souls, bound to one another.
And it was a peaceful feeling.
A feeling of familiarity.
It felt as if my soul sighed in relief, because in that moment I knew that I have returned to a lover I have spent centuries seeking after.

I felt safe in his presence. Secure.
I could be vulnerable & shamelessly feminine.
Something I always yearned for but could never fully entrust onto another.
Out of fear & disappointment that they could not adequately nurture & protect me.
But what we shared was something that was once only found within the realm of my dreams, and the dark recesses of my subconscious.
A love that I knew in my bones existed all along and was desperate to experience again.
So desperate that I foolishly tried to seek our bond through partners that could only see me from the surface.
They were afraid to dive deep enough to reach me.
I was left drowning & gasping for breath, suffocating from the lack of depth and intimacy that they failed to provide to even themselves.
I was met only by men with lustful eyes and an unquenchable thirst that led to me enduring devastating betrayals & soul-crushing heartbreaks…

But on that first night with him, I understood why their love was only skin deep.
They were all lessons I had to learn.
Lessons to teach me to love & value myself so that I could transform, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of past lovers sins.
I shed my old skin, ready to embrace the world with a newfound love for myself.
My self-worth magnetizing him to me like a moth to a flame.
A sailor following a sirens call through the oceans mist.  
Circumstances kept us apart, but divine timing brought us together once I was ready.
Ready to let go, surrender and dance in the flames of our eternal love.
ab ja na Apr 19
we will gift each other daggers and stab a hole in each others chest. slide our hands into it and grab at our throbbing hearts. feel that? pulsating life
painted scarlet
tasting like rust,
like us.
bury me in you, will you?
ab ja na Apr 19
will you come look at everything i killed today?
and don't look away. be privy i plead,
pry please pry, i will bleed pink
heed, i am so in need
let's strip skin and watch each other, shall we?
Caio Gomes Jan 13
Joy, it caught me content,
Hopping, smiling.
Overflowing emotion,
Moved,
Restless,
Thoughtful,
Full,
Happy,
Truly, if only for a moment.
I wish it could last,
And perpetuate itself
Consistently,
Continuously.
But, content with the present,
I hold, marked consistently,
A memory present in the future,
A certain present.
Expressing with this simple poem the joy of a happy moment that you know will be marked in memory by its intensity and brevity.
Asher Jan 7
Beating me to tears,  
then you hold me, comforting
a cruel, warm circle.
pau Dec 2024
i start to mourn it
when its not over.
my body leaves traces
of unspoken distortions
of reality in motion:

our first kiss, our first
date, our first hopes and
mistakes, will they matter
in the long run, will they
turn into a free fall?

trying to cherish what we
have gone through i feel
so isolated by your unspeakable
truths, your saddened distance
is a blessing in disguise: i fear

i can not look you any longer in
the eyes. your remarkable sighs,
the silence that stomps on the tip
of your tongue whenever i tell you
all i want is to talk, all i want is to

have you, feel you close, make you
promise i am the one thing you really,
really want. i find myself wondering if
that's all because i never had you in
the first place: i wouldn't be begging

you to tell me if you were truly mine,
if you were on my side. i feel unloved
and unlovable, it's not your fault if
you don't show what you can't show,
it's not your fault. all i've ever wanted

in this life was to feel that someone chose
me, prioritized me over everything and
everyone: i've prayed for that kind of thing
to happen with the desperation of a small
insect not to be pushed against the wall.

that will ultimately be my downfall: to still
believe i am not worthy if i am not being
loved, to believe life was meant to be lived
in love, haven't i had enough? i spend days
paralysed in bed, crying my eyes out to the

memory of a future tense in which you are
something i can come to, a home, a haven,
a muddy love letter. i can no longer wait
for you to be mine. you've never wanted that.
yet i don't want to be alone, i don't want to let

it go. why should i speak hard truths when i can
devour sweet blindness? why should i believe
it's over? lingering has always been my worst
and best endeavour. i just wish you made the effort.
staying would be less painful.
Magda Nov 2024
I feel pity for the ocean.
In order to be loved, she stays silent –
masking the tiniest whisper of her feelings,
slowly forgetting the fiery waves she is made of.

For no man dares approach her
when she is crashing her turbulent bones
on the rocks.
They will wait until she has calmed –
tranquilised,
ready to reflect their likeness on herself.

They can't handle her intensity,
leaving behind corpses of memories –
abandoned promises of eternity,
never to come true.

Of course, I understand the ocean.
She shares the same fate I do –
the woman's fate.
Creatures crucified for emodying
their soul.
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