he didn’t understand truth
of ourselves in darkness
i slip on this
to remember words in the kitchen
of a moment that would never end
thousand dollar men
hear noise in the night
of their spine curving in torture
of a damp mind
he sings a tune of ideas
crying with echoes as if he’s born like this
can you cry without a soul
or feel anything at all
September 2017
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lying in streets of heaven
thoughts dipped in gravy
lingering in daze of ‘97
twirling in our essence
he feels my moment
while i feel if he’s there
i’m wading with a ghost of my past
kissing demons in seconds
i thought could never end
and he grabs my hand
runs through my core
dripping sweat in hell
as i look in the reflection for warmth
you said it mattered
but i didn’t
i’m kissing the mirror of a man who’s ego
shattered
in thought of happy
you kiss men in shadows
not because they’re shadows
because they’re dark enough
in theory
that possibly all of this never happenedand in shadows you feel
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you don’t gain until you lose. you don’t stand until you’ve fallen. you don’t understand until you’re dancing in vulnerability. and what isn’t right is left. and what’s left is your experience.
i got a tattoo today. it means vulnerability.
good night from madrid 💕
