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Your lips are the sweetest poetry I’d ever dare taste.. even Juliet would whimper for the scent of your petals, a brush of your skin tempting the horizon to shiver and beg for endless night

I may have lied When they approached me Asked me if I wanted to perform my usual brand of heartbreak I mean, poetry I said, sure Like it hadn’t occurred This drought of words A taste so obscured on my parched tongue Everything resembles dust to me currently A hint of salt in the corners of my cheeks Streamed with cliche similes About how we were supposed to be like soulmates or something Twins baby You’ve been consuming me since utero Reflection of yet another reason I have to go Irish exit before the next gaslit convo I lied when I said I understood your boundaries meant slowly dissipating into dimly lit shadows of what we used to call loving each other Did you know you were lying when you claimed this would be our last forever? Honestly, I miss who we used to be There is a part of me who thinks we’ll never stop existing in the forgotten corridors of things we gave up on I think I lied when I said I’m done With you and your crumbs Truth is, those crumbs have been the best poetry I hav...

Why haven’t I blocked you? Why do I still talk to you When you chose to walk away Even when I begged you not to  I’ve cut other cords before no problem Was halfway out the door myself Wouldn’t have even stopped them …with you it’s different Not just a problem, a sickness A condition, I can’t help it No matter how much madness inflicts, I just can’t quit Heartache addict.. I prefer the white noise static between us over silence It kills me slowly Seeing your number across the screen I deleted your name at least Just to imbed your number in my memory Like carvings in my heart I’d have to cut this whole tree down just to tear your initials out

Love, you You shapeshifter You stubborn ass I never asked for this Torment This constant Use of my time Motivation Mind I never wanted to make you mine Or make me yours I never asked for anything but love Now loving you I know Love and torment are cut from the same cloth with patterns which weave perfectly into one

Everyone from my past feels this way Whether villain, or Samaritan, or the one who got away Gallery of peanuts how I always got something to say Rhyme slayer how I keep the demons at bay A time tailor how I alter what seems to be Unzipping realities with patchwork prophesies

As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to pack parts of myself away Not to hide, Rather to partition the pieces People have yet to acquire the depths to understand Sometimes explaining myself comes off as biting hands which have been holding me in place Feeding me gourmet crumbs for so long I forgot my body is starving for far more Although it has been surviving Desperately grasping onto strands of hope transformed into laurels Tangling my feet up so badly I forgot how to move forward A “stepping razor” is someone who is quick to fight Maybe we just need a little extra umph to help kick the weeds off our boots and finally let ourselves bloom

Love is an emotion anyone can feel, and everyone does But to be in love is far deeper than a single fleeting emotion To be in love is a state of being which encompasses every action which magnetizes you almost involuntarily to another human being The state of being in love surpasses linear time and physical space It extends beyond the realm of romance And beams across every spectrum of existence Where I would do anything to ensure that you are always loved and nurtured, Where you would do anything to ensure I am always loved and protected