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I didn't cut today
Because when I was angry I thought of you
Of how when you dominated my thoughts
You appeared in front of me
The sudden light in your eyes
I haven't seen it for so long
And how it took my breath away
I try to remember the shaking of my hands
My swimming vision
So captivated by the motion of your mouth
Hypnotized by the warm crescendo of your voice
Drowning in the heat of your gaze
I smile
When I wonder about my self-control
Wondering why I didn't kiss you
And promise you that she could never love you
Not as much as me
I don't understand anything, really
Why I continue this
Over and over
Again and again
Why I continue to fall for you
Why I was shaking when you spoke to me
Horrified
Mystified
Because in that moment, I realized
I was falling in love again
Because when I was angry I thought of you
Of how when you dominated my thoughts
You appeared in front of me
The sudden light in your eyes
I haven't seen it for so long
And how it took my breath away
I try to remember the shaking of my hands
My swimming vision
So captivated by the motion of your mouth
Hypnotized by the warm crescendo of your voice
Drowning in the heat of your gaze
I smile
When I wonder about my self-control
Wondering why I didn't kiss you
And promise you that she could never love you
Not as much as me
I don't understand anything, really
Why I continue this
Over and over
Again and again
Why I continue to fall for you
Why I was shaking when you spoke to me
Horrified
Mystified
Because in that moment, I realized
I was falling in love again
Literature
efflorescence
open the floodgates to october veins in the rustle of autumn leaves
the swirl among things like little pin held to heart as i seem to breathe
eyes spatter with red orange green (soft stir among baby's breath
whispering things not quite seen) buttoned up nights wind'd in death
as this night of blurred winter autumn fall i set this aflame in winter's coming
the harvest-riven hands is what said it all as the willow birds were silently humming—
spring bones try—
carrying; untangling out to sea(thank you though)
but fal
Literature
Relapse
It’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
falling.
-dp
Literature
Memoirs
We are all poetry in motion,
sonnets and verses,
and by the end of our lives we are novels.
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Maybe Cupid is actually Loki in disguise.
Hmm.
-Ellie.
Hmm.
-Ellie.
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i'm quoting you on that description. that is wonderful.