you don’t love
you lose
with devils on shoulders
creeps in night
i outrage in thought
of us intertwined
like fire and rights
rifles in my mind
masochists in disguise
for poetry i write
the devils lips
your thighs
against mine
February 2018
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i fall to breathe
beneath you in summertime
before flowers of night
in time i find us
reminscing on soft cotton
sheets of your might
and i try to remember
fine times
lemons and limes
kissing within the fog
before oceans kissed us
and our feet
next to your house
on venice way
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Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.
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to be a broken virtue
in south with your could
bones from legs
which walked across borders
in feign of my eyes
to die in tears
cry in essence for a missed oasis
like my hands in your lap
twisting tongues in hell
i make you find the darkness
you broke in me
to make me who i am
in this moment
we pause to reminisce on challenge
lossless sound in our emotion
i stand in the open
fields of our might
to be interwoven in you and time
frolicking in the past
of grass and unspoken words
before cards were dealt
hands were held
on streets at night
searching for men in terror
relationship in error
i found you in eyes
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I laid in darkness, in bed with the same song on repeat for hours. I wasn’t sad. I was happy because that’s what happiness was to me.
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dipping in satan’s touch
i surrender to essence of waves
in minds on end
where thoughts led us
to be with but without
the devil in us
i etch myself in sin
cutting ribs to be within
myself at night
like i whisper to demons in my mind
i spoke to you
like a widows web
overlapping each time
slipping on fine lines
like your back in mine
twined in rhyme
in black
in essence of heaven
rivers to lily pads
jumping from time to line
as words we spoke
conversations i held in my mind
each time your lies felt mine
two hands down my spine
cracking vertebrae
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You choose darkness over light because one is the truth and one is the mask.
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We’re transcending and I’m pacing for something more than this.
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Some of our truths are scarier than our horrors.
