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He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 Sep 2020 misakamikoto
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
 Sep 2020 misakamikoto
rk
ashen
 Sep 2020 misakamikoto
rk
i will wait for you
until there is nothing left
but burning skies
and wilting roses.
- it has always been you.
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 Sep 2020 misakamikoto
pj
I believe we have a fixed amount of everything
That was determined way before we were born
I believe we may have a certain amount of feelings
To be felt while we’re here

What if I’ve used up all my happy
You made me feel such high
You were intoxicating and dreamy
Why did you say goodbye?
Not breaking up, just a thought 💭
I can feel myself slowly falling in love.

And why does falling in love feel like falling down a well? I wasn’t pushed, but I jumped and now I find myself clinging anything.

to the air, to the silence, to the fragments of vulnerability I have yet to tell you.

For who knows what will happen when I hit the ground?
 Apr 2020 misakamikoto
Jane
You should've left me where you found me.

"Why do you love mountains?"
"They're steady and predictable."

I'm yours, now.

"Why do you love the ocean?"
"It's unsteady and unpredictable."

You built a mountain in my heart.

I arose oceans in your spirit.
 Apr 2020 misakamikoto
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
Whatever a smiling ocean is
With its grin as wide as dunes
And its lips pressed to the moon
Walking with the creatures of the deep
Where magma crawls and the rocks creep
Through sandy meadows filled with reefs and scales
And a stormy shadow of sunken sails
You'll see the sun piercing through
Where all you can breathe is blue
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