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Red Jul 2018
You are a complication
a welcomed conundrum
our passion is mutilation
your desire a dungeon

The dilemma of us
a selfish cycle
a vendetta of trust
soft touch feels spiteful

Inevitable tragedy
so deliciously inviting
a seductive catastrophe
are we loving or fighting

my heavy mind
dragged behind me
a devilish heart
out to blind me

Love me problematically
I accept your burden
adore me traumatically
bittersweet like my bourbon

so torture me until I smile




: )
we always seem to love the people we're not supposed to
Sarah Jan 2014
An entire sequence of fantasy,
played out in the course of four hours.
Like all good dreams,
an abrupt awakening,
rude and cold,
gasping for breath,
attempts to make sense of what is essentially nothing
but means so much more

Video montages,
played over and over in the mind.
Tired, and overplayed,
still powerful and overwhelming  
something out of a fairytale:
the way the light plays off his face,
the evening sun shining on the branches,
grass swaying to make way of a ball,
nervous giggles accompanying nervous cries of birds,
anticipating the moment we may beautifully collide-
reality surrounded by a haven of immortality and happiness of the purest type

Unforgettable.

Problematically so.
Elicia Jul 2020
Everytime, in any place, when fully attentive
Recognizable sequences trigger every move I make
Same person, different face
Donations of my soul restore what lacks of yours
Some time if not every time, you adulate as intensely in return
Problematically, no matter dire, versions of you net me back
My wonder of how is hardly fathomable currently
I just see you

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