I'm not sure when I knew, but i felt it swell when you turned, still sleeping, with your lips parted for my kiss.
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@cloudrainer
I'm not sure when I knew, but i felt it swell when you turned, still sleeping, with your lips parted for my kiss.
rw
before, you could only take away the clarity of the future, but now, my dear depression, i have something to lose in the present. You'll find me a harder target this time.
rw
I'm scared I'll be, too much, that the black hole will open back up, that i'll try and climb out but just suck you in leeching your love to try and soothe the cosmic ache of my soul, i don't want to suck you dry my wish is to give you wings, let you fly high on joy, on the pushing beats of my heart, not make you fall deep into the depths of my sadness, the glitch that made this dreaming mind of mine so dark.
rw
it really can feel like it does in the books you read as teenager the ones that made your heart ache for soft kisses and sleepy eyes on you, it really can be whispers in the dark and his laughter on your lips and he really will look at you like you are everything and like you are unfathomably beautiful and it really can be painless to fall don't settle for anything less than someone who brings you peace and effervescent bliss with every kiss.
rw
oh and its skin hunger still, seems like there aint nothing but lust in the dusty caverns of my heart, depression too long has cleansed me of desire for feeling, just left me wanting the effervescence of orgasm and sweat soaked skin, lay my head on your chest, care about your heart only because it pumps blood to the right places.
your silhouette, naked, slim, as you sit on the window ledge, joint between fingers that pulled wetness from my body, blow smoke into the late sun, summer sits on our sweat slicked skin, oh, I don’t love you but I love the taste of your mouth and the way your skin feels on mine, let’s hide, awhile, in this fourth floor bedroom, let the sex and the smoke, take us away.
rw
i am vitality i burn and i will not wait like wet ash embers from the morning after for you to call
rw
look beneath the skin, at your peril; you see humans are like geodes dull surface but the core, laid bare is dazzling and it's not me but the artist that's falling too fast; you all can be my muse in the right light.
muse, rw
a poem: why is no one spooning me right now.
rw
you match me, mind and body, no need for falling as we are already on the same level.
rw
the reason falling is so easy, is simple- landing is hard it's physics, or something every action has an equal and opposite reaction or maybe just, yin and yang or maybe my illogical heart and it's desire for beautiful broken things
rw
your writing is astoundingly, complexly yet simply beautiful. you're blowing my mind.
Aww you are my first anon! You’ve made my day xxx
peculiar discomfort of lying, still breathless as you become soft, gentle kisses and sleepy hands reaching, pulling me closer tying to capture me in the intimacy of post coital bliss, and i know you are yearning for me to give you something that makes me want to run; for me, it is, the sleepy eyes and the softest kisses that make me feel naked in a way that my exposed body does not
rw
i cannot bear the thought of you falling helplessly, for someone else it should be me.
rw
i'm reading too much into the sound of your favorite song, as if this remix were a window into your soul, but really it's just the bassline makes me remember how your heart thuds as you fall asleep with my head pressed to your chest.
rw
i only feel still, after endorphin rush, skin blood flushed, still pulsing from the remnants of touch.
how can wanting feel so physical, like a bruise spreading through my entirety?
rw