Fortunately for both of us,

My choices don't need

To make sense

To you.

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We begin on paper.
We begin in pencil marks.
We begin with breaths.
Slow steady inhales, and hot
Exhales to match.
We begin because
We believe in the call
We believe so deeply,
It aches... leaving it's mark.
We start this way
Blinking sleepy eyes
We end and we fall,
We spend plenty of time
Face down.
But we always stand up
We always begin again.
Because we
Get to write another chapter, and we
Both know...
It can be beautiful.
And
Mark our new beginings!

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We've been on knees
Long enough.
Let us lick
Each other's
Wounds. Let us fly
Into fractions.
Just like this,
We'll become
Summer thunder.

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Last time i was home,
It was all the same
I'm coming home. Also, I
Am the home. Vacuos
Rooms with peeling
Eggshell paint. Stories stored
In high placed boxes. Stained
Glass window eyes. Sunflowers
Cut at a hard angle. Beheaded,
Displayed, on clean
Counter tops. But
Believe me, i broke all the
Mirrors and burried the
Bullets. My home
is soft.

-

I never believed in the
abstract idea of adrenaline rush
until the night..
We were not 'just friends' anymore
Until the moment..
You soaked me in your moonshine
And i was still thirsty..

-

Having a bad day? Just hug your loved ones and if they are not around, picture them!
The warmth of the hugs by our dear ones is ineffable - too strange and wonderful to define.

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What IF they didn't studied in the same college together
What If they won't accidentally see staring one another
What IF he didn't have issues with his lover
What IF she was seeing another
What IF he didn't breakup with his crazy asslover
What IF she looked out for another.
What IF the two broken souls didn't wander together
What IF they didn't find each other
What IF they didn't said I Love you together
What IF they didn't kissed and healed each other

-

Things happen and become historical.
Life happens when we rewrite our chronicles.

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You sing in transitional
Sunset chords while
Summer shifts between
The lateral lines
On your face.
There is yellow
In your amber
Eyes, and i know
This setting song
In every string
Of my heart.

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Wake me
Without words.
By the rose quartz light
Of morning,
Dark, still full on my mouth.
Dreams, still pulling
Through my hair.

Wake me,
Without words.

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