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I wake up wanting to touch you Feel your breath between my fingertips Warm contrast To cold exteriors Begging for forgiveness As we brush against these strange sheets Tainted with secrets you've carried for me Midnight reveries Distracting thoughts Become my normalcy Insatiable love letters Whenever I hold these hands together In prayer In between nights shared, Pillow talk, and sweet nothings All which remains.. Reflected solace and tear stains Private conversations Sensations Begin to surface Quick fix Whenever I'm feeling nervous Questioning correlation Between my dreams and purpose You know me Like no one ever has Still I love you in anguish and impasse Not once have you complained Told me how heavy the burden To bear my pain Because you love me Like no one ever has And when I touch you My tension dissipates As I can finally relax Unwind with the subtle flick of your movements Tracing syllables unspoken Rendering this poet usele...

Being alone doesn't have to mean being lonely It's not like you could possibly be the only One who's been thinking, wishing, "If only they could hold me..." A common thought and yet not often spoken boldly When you're scared of being torn apart, Because you've barely begun unfolding I crafted myself this paper crane heart To fly away before it's stolen, While the weight of my words Keep pressing pause like semicolon Leave them speechlessly in awe, Feeling moved, though their feet are frozen This might not be the life we'd chosen But it's the truth we choose to speak Trampled earth remains the same no matter underneath whose feet Footprints in the sand reveal it's always just been me Push and pull of currents, still my gaze turned towards the sea Reflected depths of mystery Layers of both darkness and clarity I need both to fully see Transcendental in whatever my mental state may be I remind myself how to breathe Soli...

Summoned by moonlight, I became your nightmare incarnate. - rs.darko

Eyelids hanging over eyeballs Cracking to meet the garish sun Stomach hanging over guts Hanging over clothes left partially undone Time is loud, Minute hand hanging over number one My lashes fan away the sight of responsibility Hanging over my head As I lay crippled in my bed Half dead Hanging over all the slurred truths I left unsaid Last night I might have been Hung up on the one who never made it, Strung up on the crucifix I created So martyr me! So long as I never see another drink again Sickening nights reveal your true friends Startling To see the intentions of hungry men Hanging over me like a loosely draped kimono Risque from one shoulder Unintentional invitation was a no, no But still they see yes And the expectations clung to me like a little black dress Hanging over me in their judgements As if the bottom of this cup was a vortex Leading to unwarranted advancements for sex Let them assume what they want I guess, But I find these hungo...

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