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The greatest revenge is blossoming when everyone tried everything in their power to bury you. 🌱

You'll slip away slowly And fade like an old photograph You'll forget about my smile And I'll forget about your laugh All that will remain are fragments of our past In the glimpse of fleeting moments I always knew could never last

Even falling feels a lot like flying for a time.

He paints me in hues Of watercolor skies My body, his canvas, Stroked gently By the strands of his eyes Had I ever known true love like this? Forbidden touch Of Moon and Sun Nightly blessed By his goodbye kiss

We resonate in the thick Of our mothers' dirty mirror reflections Raw and delicate Swarming in the filth of our sins and misconceptions

Never give anyone benefit of doubt. You have nothing to benefit from doubt, except greater wisdom to stay the fuck away until shown otherwise. If they have not clearly communicated to earn your trust in that regard, then you have no business filling in the blanks. 💯

Fluent in sailor tongue And sand dollar skin He moved like ocean Just to catch my drift

She was all sunshine and curves.. He was looking for the scenic road home.

Dark recess, While I reflect On the opposite side Of moonlight, Tells me I don't deserve you And it is right You are Never meant to be Something to possess Your presence A blessing, Our lessons learned Lessen My lack of purpose For you, I continue For you, I grow For you Are me, Sun, And so much more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This little boy is the love and Light of my life. He illuminates me even when I am mostly darkness. I do not exist to steal his shine, but to reflect this back to him in his own darkest hours. Growing through what we go through. I will never give up on myself because I will never give up on him. Last week was a hard one. Depression is weird like that. One could be living in a state of bounty as I feel I am now. Spiritually, creatively, communally fulfilled, living a life of both physical and divine purpose in the integrity of my beliefs. Still the darkness lingers.

We humans Are Slippery little things I slipped into D e p r e s s i o n You slipped Out of sight. -Rs.Darko

She keeps her pocket full of stars, And the clouds in her eyes Woman of wild She's got the world between her thighs

Soak into my flesh like the first rain of summer Absorbing into my cracked asphalt surface Quenching all the crumbling pieces with dewy affections Oil upon canvas sheets Slither and drip lazily Fulfilling me wherever I feel blank Empty space ridden heart Homeostasis for colorful words and art Bandaids for wounds which still itch and ache

Extrasensory Perception from within Her soul-spilled canvas

R. Frost was onto something when he predicted ice Because the coldness of your gaze Bites Like the desert wind Piercing through loose fibers As we wander these winter nights Thoughtful Thursday @thepoetslist "Ice Cold" poetry prompt

Drown yourself in my Electric downpour Currents storming Through parched veins They don't know my name But they feel my pain Coursing through them Affluent affliction Hearts and headaches beat the same

Cozy like my favorite cardigan, Turned cold as winter chill The kind of weather which calls for a sweater, Making me crave your comfort still.. - rs.darko

He wanted my Light, Then covered his face in the presence of my shadow.. Realizing mine was a mere reflection of his own. That he was the sun burning up in glory, and I was a thief in the night, awake to tell his story.

When he said he needed space, I gave him moons and stars. But nothing was enough to take away the emptiness in between, To replace his desire for distance with a desire to make me his world. I still love him the way the moon loves the sun... From afar, in the shadows where his Light still illuminates me with a blush across my cheeks. ☀️🌎🌙 - rs.darko

I am tired of taking the high road I want to be down in the gutter of your dirt As petty as I am pretty Drowning the sorrows of this hurt With a cold and calloused glass of whiskey

It is far too difficult to understand why we pine for those who hurt us, Why we allow our love and energy to be expended on those who will never love us back ..at least not in the way we need to feel healthy and nurtured Just remember that a seed must first break before it sprouts, And that a flower bud needs rain to bloom. -rs.darko