Love is the aroma of a dying flower.
Even to its end,
it persists in its benevolence.

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“...the bane of my existence,
and the object of all my desires”;
I hate you with every bit of love in my heart because you have me in ways
I've yet to deem you worthy of.
With all due respect, honour, and reverence,
fuck you.

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My lips mourn the tease of innocent desperation,
the numbness in the static
between lips that have only indulged
acquaintance.
I almost don’t wanna part the gates that keep your tongue imprisoned;
I relish the mystery.
Would its flavor parallel the sweet spells you’ve spoken?
Would you dare tell me? Show me?
Or would you cradle my neck
and reveal your bravery the next time we mock destiny?

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He dives deep.
Jack hammering my Earth,
he mercilessly quakes my core.
Each stroke trails addictive artistry.

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My blood stains the sands where I stood and begged you to see me,
Pleaded that you consider my fragility in Love unrequited.
I’m riddled with storms unbound,
Anxious typhoons whose rage is merciless to the ember of trust my hands shakily hold.
I thought I knew you better than this
But presumption has always been a bitch;
So I’m accountable for expecting me out of you.
How unfair of me; how irresponsible-
To hope that a heart well acquainted with pain would be patient with the threads that still linger…

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They stared in thick silence,
hearts shredding apart, enduring the inevitable.
Neither dared to move, for in the eye of their turmoil loomed a flicker of clarity.
No shroud of hope, not even rebellion, could delude them into lingering beyond haunting memories.
Fate, however, will continue to have Her way
for lifetimes to come.
The certainty of shared purgatory was a tomb from which they knew no escape.

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I would die unspeakable deaths
before I’m consumed by shadows of
unwelcome projections,
legions of rot that assault my Eden’s bloom.
To be a mere flicker of all that burns in me?
I would rather perish.

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Sleep evades eyes whose wakefulness mirrors battlefield ruins…

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Pen strokes stitch the wounds
where my Love immortalized you
far too soon…

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To know existences beyond skin and bones,
to recognize the relief in unrestrained divulgence.
How validating it must be
to search uncharted indulgence,
To innerstand the satisfaction of a heart in rebellion.

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