desensitize me.

time forgets and so will you. main blog: zhonqda

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the vibrant reds and oranges of my heart will

still think of you even after the wind blows away

the last remaining traces of our existence together,

and the condensed breaths of our unspoken words will

continue to linger in the morning air.

i'm stuck in between your lazy summer laughter

and my quiet winter love stories.

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hello friends i am still alive sorry for being an absolute potato of a writer i have literally done nothing poetry related over the past 2 months *cries 3.4 tear* but not to worry because i have loads of drafts that i still need to revise so hopefully i'll be able to post another piece soon!!!!!! sorry for being a poop *sends u all pretty flowers* 

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/sprinkles inspiration on you/ i need more pieces to read thanks

thank you friend i am much appreciate /showers in the inspiration in hopes of regaining flow of creative juices/

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plans on adding more stories? c:

of course of course im just really lazy and lack inspiration at the moment sry man

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side effects of falling in love

i've been told that tiger balm helps with stuffy noses

so i rubbed some on my chest to get rid of the heaviness i felt in my heart.

listening to pop songs may have helped drown out the silence

but it didn't help me put my mind at ease

because every time the artist paused to fill his lungs with air

i thought of the way you exhaled strings of words

and sent them to my veins.

the body needs oxygen to survive

but all i ever needed was you.

one morning, when the sky was as foggy as your emotions

i painted my nails the colour of a faded pink tutu.

supposedly, it dries in 60 seconds.

i said to myself that my feelings for you would dry up in 60 seconds.

both were lies.

i can see the fingerprints on my nails

and the footprints on my love after you trampled over it.

they say that love is pain.

if i had to describe love,

it would be a little girl compressing a rose petal

in between hundreds of pages of an old dictionary

waiting for it to dry up and become flaky

and too delicate for the human touch

and she would ask bashfully,

"isn't it prettier this way?"

isn't it pitiful this way?

isn't that what love really is?

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tied together by a string of awkward transitions

I had a dream last night; a continuous dream going on for hours and hours about multiple unrelated stories that were tied together by a string of awkward transitions. You were there.

At first it was a weeping fruit that had followed me home, speaking of nothing but mundane greetings. Its voice croaked like an automated machine repeating again and again, "Hello. How are you." and as the sun continued to disappear beneath the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant oranges and streaks of red and pink, I whispered again and again, "Fine, thank you."

I opened the doors to purple fluorescent lights and racks of clothing that extended beyond my imagination. This was not the humble abode that I had learned to love. Amongst the growing number of fashion-hungry customers satisfying their thirst by snatching items off shelves in a house that was now nothing more than a brand name store, You were there.

I saw you by the table of assorted jewelry. Rose gold seems to be the growing trend these days. You were staring at the flashing lights appearing to be lost in thought. I didn't want to interrupt but I did anyway, weaving through the maze of "All Summer Items 50% Off" racks. I waved and it caught your attention and I felt stupidly reckless but at least I had more guts in my dream than when I wordlessly walked past you during lunch block the other day.

We fooled around. You laughed as you ducked under counters and hid behind shelves I wore my heart on my sleeve and a sunhat that was a size too big. You didn't want to wear a hat but I had a baseball cap tucked under my arm, determined to reach the top of your head. You were taller than I thought or maybe I didn't try hard enough. Truthfully, I only wanted to see you smile because I realized it wasn't the fluorescent lights that made the room glow;

It was you.

"Do you love me?" you asked, gently cupping my cheeks after bathing me thoroughly with affectionate silences and sweet nothings and with a shaky breath I answered, "You remind me of sunsets." As you kissed me I wondered if you will ever feel the cozy lovebugs nesting in your stomach that thrive for my love the same way i did.