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  • Nov 9, 2017

    twirling in desire of things we thought we loved
    like eyes in night spying for sorrow of our souls near candlelight
    we’re pouring our limbs in eternity
    sipping tequila to feel what’s right
    i’m taught to lust light instead of darkness
    but i fell in love with the devils eye
      
    we’re spinning in rounds
    fighting the hounds of our hurt
    i touch your ribs to feel your bliss
    touch the hairs of your sin
    i feel you in night searching for things
    we thought were right
     
    i spit on your lips in disgust of what was
    he swallows the dignity we saw in shadows
    to rescind in thought and twirl in our parallel
    i fall in love with masochists who kiss your hands
    to feel existence in themselves
     
    i found in truth
    to separate yourself from horror before it hits
    we dance in positive to shield from hurt
    but i’m twirling in his sin to kiss the lips of lucifer
    it feels like life hits your shins
    to make you weak in the knees
    the pain touched my limbs in ways
    he never did

    masochism
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  • Nov 6, 2017

    to seethe our moment
    near a candlelight dinner
    in virtue of our past
    i’m ringing phones of men i miss
    while strolling down corridors of horrors i held
    i feel you in distance of what we had
    creating voices in truth of moments rescind
    i sit at a table
    alone on the day we met
    holding edges of plates
    throwing ashes from candles near windows of mist
    we blanket our truth
    create visions of moments we end
    feel like a masochist in summer nights
    to feel blue in winter fumes
    of heaters near cold sheets
    i felt your heart
    before you felt it
    touched your lungs
    before air could kiss
    the words of your lips
    i miss you in winter nights
    yet colors fill the room
    and what we said
    was only said
    and things
    always
    end

    cold sheets
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  • Nov 5, 2017

    Playing victim to situations you can walk away from is disrespectful to people who face positions where they can’t.

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  • Nov 4, 2017

    we’re twirling beneath clouds of lips and lies
    tangling by a grip of divine youth in our past
    i’m dancing in gardens of hell
    blacking to a beat and stripping bones of men i defeat
     
    i tell lies
    you’re screaming otherwise
    i’m in night crying to a tune of a beautiful man
    screaming twice and you ask why
    nothing makes sense
     
    i twirl because i’m spinning in rhyme
    to a thought of hellbent
    he’s like a theater and i’m pulling the curtain
    to feel emotion of someone who stands there
     
    lying before his hands in might
    emotions ensue and i’m screaming voodoo
    his lips misconstrue
    words we said
    a dance we had
     
    i’m slow dancing in his living room
    in form of a ghost in a shape of sheet
    i tattoo his voice on my lungs
    it echoes in hell
    where i stood
    the first time his grip met my hand

    in a dream i held your hand
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  • Nov 2, 2017

    sometimes
    we’re falling deeper
    than the earth exists
    in planes of worlds
    which contradict

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  • Oct 31, 2017

    It’s hard to leave toxic relationships because you become dependent on the action of how they treat you. You depend on manipulation because the emotionally abused no longer comprehend self worth. You understand it, but your mind tells you otherwise and become afraid to leave the situation. You don’t think you’re worthy which makes you question leaving it.

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  • Oct 25, 2017

    i speak your name in sadness
    in void of truths and awkwardness
    we’re riding in somber you’s
    hiding our feat to a broken fuse
    i’m dancing on fine lines of wisdom
    hoping you’d see them
    like the him in windows of twenty thousand feet
    when you’re dangling your views of hatred in endless seams
    in tunnels and distance we create to quake ourselves
    rhyming on rhythm in questions of defeat
    where relationships overextend
    happiness wakes in virtue of our viral self
    we’re dying on question of loneliness
    i said i speak your name in sadness
    not in a sense of hopelessness
    in a realization of pity
    to die is not my death
    but to die in quest of what it was
    we break to question our reality
    rhyming in a rhythm to make sense
    he’s screaming in names of honesty
    and i’m living in the end
    running on water of bends and turns
    questioning ourselves to add books to shelves
    in experience i find you to find it
    to create a life of something worthwhile 
    where reincarnation is nothing
    but wisdom in my end

    rhyming on rhythm of experience
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  • Oct 22, 2017

    to be underneath it all
    in a sense of what it was
    we’re twirling in madness
    creating haze of what it meant
    i stand in his guard
    to realize fine eyes
    strength of his warmth
    tight hands 
    make you feel weak in a sense
    and in the end
    we’re dancing in torment of memories
    which leave us jaded
    a man in a world of a billion
    and his mark leaves hurt
    on your neck
    his voice makes you weak
    in the knees
    and he’s dancing around you
    like a fish in a pound
    and you’re screaming his name
    but the woods are dark
    and the fork in the road
    leaves you lost
    in words unsaid

    lost in woods of words unsaid
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  • Oct 19, 2017

    It was more than disappointment, but I gained from it. I learned from it. I leaned into it to step out of it. You learn from different perspectives and to be given the chance to grasp them is beautiful.

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  • Oct 17, 2017

    if words were enough
    i’d have you running
    at the tips of my fingers
    caressing spines in relativity
    but i feel you in the dipper
    where gravity ceases to exist
    we’re twirling in circles
    in directions we only ever missed
    i kissed you in night
    in screams of our memories
    two hands against sheets
    in pinot filled light
    under your essence
    innocent lies skipped on twenty-two
    might of a man you could die against
    you touch because you love
    you fall because auras connect
    we’re dancing in space without a rhythm
    two left feet and a mind of him
       
    unrequited love withers
    the saddest day
    is when their voice fades

    fading echoes
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