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19 · 4h
His eyes
As for the sea
I will look for it
in the depths of your eyes
12 · 4h
Wilted Devotion
Your touch is a bruise I cradle,
a wound dressed in longing.
I drink the ache of you,
let it stain the corners of my soul.

Love is fragile violence—
a thorn pressed gently into skin,
bleeding not to harm,
but to remember you are mine.
I live in you, in your bones
⠀⠀⠀⠀the delicate coils of your mind
I made you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀i formed the thoughts you find,
The moods carry.
⠀⠀⠀⠀your blood whispers my name;
0 · 5h
🥀
Broken where I should’ve been safe…
Never meant for me anyway.
My house was never home,
Only shadows, sorrow, and pain.

I wither like a dying rose,
Bloom through agony,
Then crumble again.
There is no solace, no escape—
Only endless suffering.

Where does my mind linger…?

— The End —