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Just a sleeping beauty wasting her time in dreamland

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🗡️🍂🎵

Once again, Maddie

Between the song and the sword

Turned your voice into a calling

Turned your picture into gold

You weren't there but I found myself

Following your trail of cinnamon

Swallowing words in your frozen fall

Once again, Maddie

You are my mindscape to go

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🦚🌑💎

Peacock blue moon

Tell the devils that dance under you

I understand you better

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⛪💔☁️

One-sided love feels like a prayer

It keeps you going without answer

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🩷✉️🪦

Pale pink and somber shades

Black ribbons and love letters

Dark and delicate feathers

I mourn tombs of porcelain

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🍊🥀🌧️

Another day

I brush my teeth at 5 pm

Come back and the storm has placed

Her name on the trunk of my window

Blood of the poppy in my page

And smell of oranges

I'm desolate, thinking of London

My heart is a cat dying of old age

I look at my dreams through the cemetery gate

Almost like I'm there and don't deserve it

I don't know if I still have faith

All I know is something is fading

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🍞☀️🌄

My head is burning

Warm like bread

Summer hits my side profile

Pleased, I let it read

The memories my hair kept

From previous summers

[apsyiethemoxie]

A Ghost That Never Left

I do not love the man who walks this earth today.

The years have altered him,

as rivers alter stone,

as seasons strip cathedrals of their ivy,

as time performs its quiet vandalism

upon all things once worshipped.

No.

The one I love no longer exists.

He survives only

in the sanctum of recollection,

a luminous phantom

preserved beneath the glass bell jar of longing,

untouched by disappointment,

unweathered by reality.

And still I ache for him.

What an extraordinary affliction it is,

to spend one's life enamored

with a ghost of one's own making.

I know this.

God knows I know this.

I know that memory is a consummate liar,

an artisan of impossible beauties.

I know that yearning gilds the ordinary

until it resembles divinity.

I know that absence writes poetry

upon faces that reality might have rendered mundane.

And yet—

every road within me

leads back to him.

Somewhere in the hidden architecture of my mind,

love has become inseparable from his image.

The neural constellations are fixed.

The synapses spark,

and his face arrives.

Love,

and then him.

Devotion,

and then him.

Tenderness,

and then him.

As though my heart,

encountering him once,

mistook a single star

for the entire night sky.

I have wondered often

whether this is tragedy.

Whether it is a misfortune

to carry such inexhaustible affection

for someone who cannot receive it.

But there are evenings

when I suspect otherwise.

For what is love,

if not evidence of aliveness?

What is longing,

if not the soul refusing to become inert?

The body may diminish.

The years may accumulate their dust.

Entire worlds may collapse into silence.

Yet somewhere within me

a chamber remains illuminated.

A place where his name

still moves through the air

like incense through a cathedral.

A place where affection,

undomesticated and boundless,

continues its ancient vigil.

And perhaps that is enough.

Perhaps not every love

was meant to become a life.

Some are meant only

to become a landscape.

A country we never leave.

A sacred ruin we revisit.

A beautiful impossibility

whose purpose was never possession,

but transformation.

For he taught me something

without ever intending to.

He taught me

that the human heart is capable

of loving beyond reciprocity,

beyond reason,

beyond conclusion.

And though I will never hold him,

I carry the consequence of loving him

in every corner of my being.

Not the man himself.

Not anymore.

But the exquisite ghost

he became.

The one time could not keep,

yet memory refused to surrender.

The one who lives nowhere now

except

in the endless republic

of my soul.

~Arpita (30.05.2026)

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🏹🖤🪽

Mourning widow

What didn't die

Is at your window

Give new love a chance

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🌊💀🩸

I'm a woman now, I'm a monster now

With my hair down

How many times do I shift ages

And cause earthquakes

In the world beneath

How much blood, sucking my life

In order to create a new one

How many pomegranates in water

And darkened orchids

How many monsters against the woman

Will take now

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🌑👰🏻‍♀️🦪

I'm dark as a lily

Mistress of paranoia

Long-haired, divine and wasted

He made me martyr strong

For him I was the only

[tinydancerinyourhead]

the summer is slowly approaching

the solstice who welcomed me to earth

i fear one day she’ll change her mind

and put me right back in the dirt

she felt the timing was appropriate

promised one day i would forgive

though my nights may flow right by

i’m the longest day you’ll ever live

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🔮🔗🔫

Between cured and cursed

The need holds me hostage

Creativity is a gun

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🍊⚙️🥤

Orange juice slips from my mouth

I'm tired again

I'm always working the gears

To make more and more

Never satisfied even if it overspills

Then I run out of oranges for a while

I'm miserable again

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🏚️🪞🪾

He puts his cold hands on my shoulders

He weights like a haunted house

Mournful lovers of sweet disguise

They call us introverted

Skim over the lines

I feel like I'm dying daily

Little things make my mind cry

I'm always rushing, concerned, wild

He's the mirror of all that

We disappear together

To a forest of soft beams

And strong surrenders

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🌹🚦⏳

Don't take me slow

Don't let me notice

You are not my own

Time rules over us

After all

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🪦💨🌧️

Grey Eyes

Pretty eyes are to blame

You brought me back,

Part of me back from death

Grey eyes showed me what colours meant

For someone closer to me than I am

You carried me like smoke on your hair

Eyes the same grey of rain

I look for that color everywhere

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🪽☁️🤍

My angel in pain

You were made to be perfect

Not to be sane

You were meant to be the saviour

Not be safe