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You spread your branches out wide Enough to catch me Coarse and rigid bark Dripping sweet and sappy I find myself wandering outside On days like these To enjoy an afternoon swing Back and forth, Back and forth Not always sure If I'll keep coming back Maybe One day I'll stay But what's the fun in knowing that I know I never said for keeps But freedom sometimes seems so lonely And my love tires, As she sleeps  Dormant within me Still playfully hung up By what used to be her noose Now just looking for a sturdy branch to tell her This isn't the kind of game you have to lose Something about tire swings in summer Always sounded like good news Unaffected by the loose screws Barely hanging on by worn threads Even amongst an icy winter frost I seek the softness of your breath Leaving behind secret whispers Decoded on foggy panes Stories of what comes after springtime rains Familiarity of this space ...

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...

I waste time thinking about wasting time... Time measured by man-made construct for something which is out of our comprehension. Time cannot be contained by mere hours and seconds. Time is measured in moments and the importance of those moments can make a one-second glance seem like a lifetime.. it can make weeks, months, melt away in a blur of mundane sadness.

I know we've all been here before We've all seen the red flags Blaringly taboo But he's so sweet, and we're so cute together So how could this be bad? "Baby," "babe," "bae," "boo" Of course these couldn't be names to make a pet out of you No that can't be true There is a closeness between us already that I can see We've only been talking for about a week And he just can't seem to keep his hands off me Probably cause we had sex that one night So now he can't help it but expect it, but it's all right It feels fine, and I feel fine I guess, yeah, I'm his now and he's mine That's good, right? That means I'm sexy That means he wants me I do love having someone next to me Even if we aren't talking... I think maybe he's just a reserved kind of guy Maybe he’s just a little bit shy Yeah and maybe one day you'll realize That the word "excuses...

I write these words in hopeful thoughts That they may touch you in ways that my hands cannot The way the stars unveil our desires for the forbidden, Casting a mystic glow Upon the faces we've tried to keep hidden Beneath the cloak of our own shadows Dancing in moonlit reveries Sparking lightning between neurons, The touchless Kiss of flesh As the nerves ignite Like two galaxies Cascading into a horizon Of endless starry nights - rs.darko

"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™️

It's such a relief to be Almost thirty And finally coming to grips with reality.. The other day someone asked me If I ever wished I could go back and be That same girl maybe twenty two, twenty three Itty bitty, baby faced cheese All swaggy and steez Wild and free The life of every party With an endless wardrobe and a pretty bangin' body Ha Sure, a body starved of self-validation maybe No, actually, a body literally starving Just to try and fit into an old pair of jeans I wasn't wild, I was reckless, lost I got my freedom at expensive costs The center of attention and yet always alone A man's arms were an easy place to call home With lampshade love you're only ever catching projections Of a need to overcome any feelings of rejection Not to mention The self-obsession With always needing their attention Complacency allows for sorry memory retention So the same mistakes become exceptions And history repeats itself in explanations Physical sens...

Dead laughter Scores nightmares of Happily Never Afters With a couple o' one-way tickets down a road to disaster Still I feel like I've been falling faster My brain started feeling like pancake batter Fire strains, mixing flower with confectionery shatter And now I feel my pulse fading to the background amongst a room full of chatter Idle prattle of grazing sheeple and social cattle Pure bred stallions awaiting their leather saddles Typical setbacks and standstills Making volcanoes out of anthills, Powersaws out of windmills I'm not a liar, nor a lover But I still live for cheap thrills And still catch myself daydreaming by my windowsills