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Always the cute girl But never quite his type He had me thinking he was feeling me the other night Couple of drinks and the music flowing so right Faded days getting hazy by the moonlight I got that get right, I keep the curves tight The tree is blowing baby maybe this is our night I like your smile and the way you speakin so smooth Poetic, steady, getting heavy Gorilla Glue And maybe that's why lately I been feeling stuck on you Yeah, kinda stuck on you My mind's been stuck on you Sticky icky stuck daydreaming Got the duck from you But you'll be wishing that I came and put this love on you

I cannot shake the fear Of letting you carve your name into my heart Like the careless vandals before you Graffiti in the form of stiches and scars Leaving spaces I've only just begun to fill with the stars Burning celestial bodies I wished upon solely to feel your warmth - @rs.darko

I'm a fucking mess And I love too much to listen To the advice life gives me when it says "You can't fix them.. You can't even fix yourself" Moisture upon your body glistens As you convince yourself to be someone else Just for the evening Just for tonight Just for that one and only Mr. Right Skepticisms guarded behind two lips shut tight.. She quivers in the staleness of the pale moonlight - @rs.darko

Maybe number five or number six I believe that's which one I am Out of all of your kids Kinda hard to keep track to be honest Met another one last August And that part wasn't even the hardest Because you abandoned her too Left us to grow in the dying carcass That should have been a relationship with you It was weird missing a stranger Because every time you'd try to meet up, Something always had to come up Still I begged my mom to wait just a little bit longer.. All I wanted was a father Always wondered how you could deny me as your daughter Was it easy? Born into this feeling of inadequacy Because you didn't want me Maybe you just felt guilty Or maybe you just forgot about me So rejection became the normalcy Well acquainted myself with my own mortality Over that longing for duality I suppose I never got enough vitamin D And M seemed to be just a little too busy So I supplemented those spaces With the faces of other men Always loved my step...

If I could keep love As well as I keep secrets Then maybe your ears would itch Anytime I confided how much I love you On thirsty patches of parchment Held together with a broken spine, And pages as loose as its lips. - @rs.darko

I do not resent fear. Fear inspires movement. It is up to you to choose whether that movement is forward or away. @rs.darko

I caught myself reading your words again And I caught myself in a smile That kinda shiteating grin Which spreads itself wide From cheek to cheek Like the last of razzleberry jam spread thin Trying to make itself enough for one slice - @rs.darko

You are the clouds in my coffee Unravelling my darkness in swirls And milky constellations diluting my bitterness Awakening me to yet another day Of dark circles and stained yellow teeth Sour breath and the morning shit which follows @rs.darko

He told me he had "A thing for Asians.." As if I should be pleased that my eye-shape had suddenly made me collectible. @rs.darko

I cannot be tamed Nor am I here for you to contain When you don't even call me by my name Solely perceived as a means to entertain As this fantasy As I see that's all you see in me Is a chance to be inside of me But to be honest your rollercoaster does not look inviting And I've reserved my right to refuse riding No not because I'm scared or nervous But because I seek self-love and true purpose Because I strive to be more than just my surface More than my supple curves and porous, dewy trenches Side stepped you Like your collection of wenches didn't dare to Maybe because they didn't see fit Or maybe they didn't feel that they were worth shit Maybe a man told them their whole lives that they deserved it Deserved anything less than to be treated like the sacred goddess The muse, the solace, The very chalice which brought us You see, life would be nothing without the womb Encompassing you Igniting the the wick to your flames and fumes Wh...

Only when we accept our demons Can we summon angels.

Beware the reigniting of old flames Not to burn yourself down. @rs.darko

Haven't you heard? I've been singing the songs of hummingbirds Clinging to your petals like the last word Allow me to collect the nectar from your lips Sweetest dew, as it condenses upon our kiss In lovers tryst Is where I allow these daydreams to exist It's hard to resist When I'm just as lush as succulents Filled with reluctance Of what could possibly come next Still I'm vexed And feeling somewhat wrecked Embarrassed by my reckless intent Enamored by an evening I had tried to forget @rs.darko

I am inspiration I am guile I am simultaneously victory and defeat I am the stars in your eyes I am the ground beneath your feet I am your branches in the wind I am a cool, summer breeze I am the pollen on your lashes I am your memories of the sea I am an open book I am a home for hearts on sleeves I am magic I am forgiveness I am the taste of reveries I am a cloudy day of snowstorms, and still, I am insatiable for more I am the sound of sadness As it trickles on the floor I am a naked shoulder I am the running stream of tears I am heartache I am self-doubt I am the plight of wasted years I am the winter chill Sending goose bumps through your clothes I am missing you But I miss myself the most

I decided today that I can no longer look you in the eyes Without envisioning clear blue skies dipped in the golden honey of California sunshine And I can't think of honey without thinking of how sweet Your kiss must taste as it misses my cheek And plants two lips into the soil of my dirty mouth So every word I utter is beautiful and smells of springtime And no syllable is ever too loud Just a lulling chime barely above a whisper Just enough to make the puppies whimper And howl at the moon in hunger for something warm, and fragile, and tender, And gushing from being torn wide open and vulnerable Like the poetry of a young lover Lying on a table with a toe tag and heartstring casualties embroidered into letterman sleeves No I do not believe in trite romance Nor the chance to press my soft curves into your rough hands So you may mold me into any shape you like That I might slip through your clumsy fingers and get lost in other beautiful skies throughout the night By ...

"I build walls which resemble bridges In hopes to one day burn them all down Trickle their ashes over the baggage I carry around So I may christen every new step With memories of my past regrets Fears for futures I haven't made my mind up on yet, So now I'm stuck living sunset to sunrise Just trying to keep the stars in my eyes, The same flecks reflected in irises Of both the brave and the spineless Cause like the dance of Suns and Moons The need for balance is timeless And I only want death When my life's become nine less Than the chaotic mess I started with the first time that I left" - Reese Darko™️