cleaved in two, my heart, forever

yearner first and foremost

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there are stars in your eyes, my darling

if only you let people see them.

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my skin is cracked.

from the incisions i garner

every time you wield your words at me.

and from my persistent fingers

carving wholes into my own flesh,

when i remember

how your wounds

stain my blood.

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i miss him i miss him i miss him and guess what i don't even KNOW HIM YETTTTTTTT

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not my usual gabble but what can i say im in a mood tonight

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i miss him i miss him i miss him and guess what i don't even KNOW HIM YETTTTTTTT

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i'll follow the moon anywhere

but even if i turn away,

i know she'll warm my back.

and from behind the halo she places on my head,

she'll still illuminate the path

before me.

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"do you live under a rock" yeah the moon

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don't lose yourself to the world.

protect what is good in you.

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i knew you were meant for me.

i knew it as surely as the soil knows the earth,

as the shore knows the sea. 

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pondering if i post story wips here or nah

hmmmmm thinking thoughtful thoughts . . .

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why is posting so weird and vulnerable and transparent im going to peeeeeeeee and then vomit and pee again

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this might be my best work i think 😍

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why is posting so weird and vulnerable and transparent im going to peeeeeeeee and then vomit and pee again

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does he know that our souls are fashioned of the same essence

woven by the same thread?

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she's like looking at the sun.

it's not so much the sun itself,

but the feeling you get when you bask in the light.

and the warmth that seeps its way down to your bones

that burns your skin

and leaves its mark long after.

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“you look nice today,” i say

and i mean it.

every fibre in my body

believes it.

but i wish i had the guts to say it

to your face,

rather than just in my head.

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a flower is like a memory: it doesn't last forever, but it is beautiful all the same.

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see me.

please

it is all i ask.

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i could live

a thousand lifetimes

both inside and out,

both on this earth and beyond.

and no matter the faces i’d wear

nor the things i would do,

i’d still find you

in every one.