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a moon drunk poet.

[letusburnthestars]

i killed my plants by watering them too much, who says i am not to do the same with love?

-letusburnthestars

[letusburnthestars]

from my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and i in them. that is eternity.

- Edvard Munch

[woamna]

Rule

[mintiramintau-official]

Reblog if you are a fan of platonic tit petting ^^

[letusburnthestars]

summon me an oath, an oath you promised not to break. use me as a puppet with the strings you never wanted attached. use me as a stich, to cure the open wound that was never really there.

for i was just a fragment of your imagination as you bring dead roses

to a tomb with no inscription.

breathe your darkest secrets into me. let your dark rum stain my white robe. lay your bloodstained dagger next to my pouring red heart. cut my heart and watch closely how it screams out your name as if it is the only word it speaks.

you clutch my heart in your dripping bloodied hands, screaming so hard your cords will give out. beg and cry for mercy the last part of me dies out in your cold palms.

gift me flowers as you build my grave, burying your heart into my dead palms as you weep and weep, a fountain of youth leaving your sorrowful eyes.

drink my blood as if it was the most purest drops of gold. shower in my tears as if it were from the holiest of rivers. take my breath and stagger back at how it resembles the great winds. capture my whisper and play it over and over like a broken record.

watch how the devil —who call’s Hell his comfort— burns as my name rolls off of the tongues of sinners. watch how Gods legs shake with my memory. watch how pedestrians lose their souls and drop to their knees at my pure eyes.

smoke my flowers as if it were the most addicting weed a man has ever tasted on his blunt lips. melt my purity as if it were the coldest of ice before drowning yourself in it. cleanse yourself of the horrors and perhaps it will grant your sanity a speck of leisure.

after all, a bored mind can lead to silent delusions; as i became yours.

[letusburnthestars]

let me into your heart the way these sun starved flowers withered without the sols presence, because everyday without you is another day i wither, darling.

-letusburnthestars

[letusburnthestars]

the pile of white roses glistened the river of the moon drunk stars, take a step and try to venture into the depth, let the blinding color of the pale take your breath away, or get pricked by it's thorns.

let me into your heart the way these sun starved flowers withered without the sols presence, because everyday without you is another day i wither darling.

cut my strings when you leave, please? the strings that once belonged to your warm touch now strangled and choked me.

let me shower you with my love the way these sea lived lives strive under the dances of the rain.

i'll hold you forever in my arms, letting the warmth engulf you as a whole and leave you craving for more like i was the finest red wine made to be drowned in.

for my love, drowning isn't easy when the waters are shallow and won't let you.

let me hold your hand the way these touch starved presence held on to the weak whispers of the wind, begging them to be gentle as they send harsh roars against their ways.

just promise to not go this time darling hm? i'm tired of looking for you in a sea of a hundred others.

let me break down your walls the way lovers break the thorns of prickly roses to give to each other. let my fingers cry out blood but let your smile bloom upon your lips.

my heart longs for mercy, but all it pumps out is your love.

let me pluck out the rose petals the same way the radiant florets let joined lovers to, let me rest one upon your nose and then another upon your lips as your perfect face rested on my thighs, then allow me to ask the white bud in my hand a simple "they love me?" "they love me not." while I smirk down at you.

let me bloom a genuine smile upon your face like the soil beneath allows the white pedestrian to spread it's petals, alluring everyone around it.

your smile was worth a hundred white wings.

let me preserve you and never let you go like i took that flower last week.

i promise to keep you safe.

allow me to drown you into the echoes of the melancholy screams of the moon drunk monster, for it was all white and pure.

when is a monster not a monster?

when you love it.

[letusburnthestars]

“Perhaps it isn’t love when i say you are what i love the most - you are the knife i turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[letusburnthestars]

“We are writers my love,

We don’t cry.

We bleed on paper.”

-A.Y

[letusburnthestars]

“She was like water, calm and steady.

But she could penetrate through the biggest of mountains and the heaviest of forests.”

-letusburnthestars

[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

[letusburnthestars]

no that is me and every poet on earth :3

[dark-romantics]

"I write about love like I know it so well, but to be honest, love and I have never officially met."

- Pieces of me, 8, "Someday we'll meet"

[letusburnthestars]

you are killing me, and you are keeping me from dying. that is love.

-Mahmoud Darwish

[letusburnthestars]

the rain was gentle, soothing itself on my cold skin— washing away the blood of my sins. my unnerving soul that was jumpy just minutes ago was tranquiled by the glows of the water. my soul was deprived of any warmth yet was unusually unalloy.

the sin being you.

i took a sip of my coffee, all black, no sugar, with a tinge of sarcasm– the way you took it.

i could relish the dark beverage on the tip of my tongue for hours, questioning to myself, that if the bitterness was from the drink itself or the echo of you that laid rested forever on my lips.

the acerbic taste swirled around my tongue, traveling down my throat. it felt as if i was gulping down the misdeed of our past doings— the late crepuscules that dawned the two of us awake, my cold hands tangled in yours while you unraveled my heart string by string, being so lenient with my fragile threads.

the bitter vestige swam under the intoxication of the harsh drink under my tongue, reminding me of how you made me feel when i was hypnotized under the interlude of those dark grey eyes that fed me the purest drops of lust.

i timidly brought the cup to touch the tip of my nose, allowing the scent to engulf my senses. the bitter liquid smelt fruity and nutty but also almost burnt— the way my heart was left with when you walked out the door that piercing night.

you tugged on my heart strings everyday, everytime you breathed. you would wrap them around your slender fingers and play with them like a child would with threads.

you eventually made the strings so worn out and twisted that it could stand no longer and tear what was left of my heart down the minute you dissapeared from my sight.

you were like an ailment to my life, a drug even. rotten habits and harmful delusions. the late night avenges and yet all i'm yearning is for you. the empty bottles that lay beside my shaking body were emptied out for the grasp of the sovenier tied to your name.

i took one last sip, the burning sensation tingling in the depths of the corners of my mouth.

and with that,

i drank down my grief like it was the finest red wine. like it was the most sacred blood. after a while, you can never tell the difference between...

pleasure and pain.

[thoughtkick]

“Why complicate life? Missing somebody? - Call. Wanna meet up? - Invite. Wanna be understood? - Explain. Have questions? - Ask. Don’t like something? - Say it. Like something? - State it. Want something? Ask for it. Love someone? - Tell it. We just have one life. Keep it simple.”

— Unknown