Violet to your ears
I slowly watch my heart pierce
itself to your skin
engraved into your passions
each word,
each action,
each thought within
every hand motion,
every verb.
Your daily stance
I've seen myself inside of your hands
& I felt so home
So comfortable.
The though of me never being alone
was merely touchable
it
made my temple sing the blues
a saxophone blowing in you
Ricocheting my melody
It's violet to my ears
rose water
his love fell on me

*now his garden is all I want to hear

He gave me poetry when we first met
he had it perfectly wrapped in a deep purple bow
satin swimming all around
resting inside was his heart painted gold

I can taste your breath
merged with my smoke
as I inhale to capture
the last wind
that was taken from me

& now I watch you dance away


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The best lesson I learned on falling in love is how to float in each moment of laughter and passion before the long fall of crashing and eventually hitting rock bottom, which turned out to be the most loneliest coldest emptiness of a place where I naively thought happily ever after could possibly exist.



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Patty Ann