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variantguy Apr 2016
I am an arsonist, and you're the fire,
Burning stronger than my heartache, you're all I desire.

I'm in pain, and you're the cure,
Slaying all my demons, you'll save me for sure.

I'm the cursed, and you're the redeemer,
Breathing faith into me, you've made me a believer.

So come to me, and whisper in my ear,
Tell me that we're fine, and there's nothing to fear.

Stay with me, darling stay by my side,
I have nowhere to run, I have nowhere to hide.
variantguy Apr 2016
I miss you so much
that it hurts to touch

my bones, my heart.
I'm an unfinished piece of art

and you, you're the colour that's missing.
God I miss the times we were kissing

under the starry sky on a moonlit night,
when you said that you love me, and it felt right

to be there by your side, that place that time.
And here and now, I can just make words rhyme

about what we were, what we could be
if you were here with me, and I think you should be.
Saudade comes from Portuguese, and describes an intense, melancholic longing for a person or a place that is now lost.
variantguy Dec 2015
Goosebumps rose as if in a little rebellion of sorts,
Our hands desperate to counter the state of unrest,
Exploring the human contour that lay before them,
For places where we could hide,
Or unhide.

Curling up, exchanging the warmth of our souls
Through our skin,
We took turns to savour, and be each other's saviour
Forging shields through our embraces,
As we lay in bed looking at each other's faces.

Our bodies decided to ally
Against the ever so conspiring chill
And even as the temperatures outside kept dropping,
The passion inside knew only one way to go - rise, rise, rise.
  Feb 2015 variantguy
Allison
Pretty sure
I drank too much
At your funeral.
Snowflakes were
Falling softly
On your coffin.

Watched them
Etch your death
In roman numeral.
I etch them
Into my thighs
Too often.

With my
Whiskey breath
I learn to soften.
I sink with you.
6 feet deep,
Yet unforgotten.
variantguy Feb 2015
Your lips
Your eyes
Tell dangerous
sweet lies
to me.

Your *******
Your thighs
Are the places
I fantasize
to be.

Your whispers
drown her cries
As morals
cease
to be.

I give in
Don't realize
I'm your prisoner
And you won't
Set me free.
variantguy Apr 2014
I want,
to follow
the erasers I lost,
long ago.
Back in school I used to think it was just a piece of stationery...
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