In Bloom

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anatomy

My chest is bursting with all this adoration -- words daring to be spoken have been tattooed on the walls of my heart chambers. Your words are pulsing through my veins, and I am captive to every heartbeat echoing your name. I want to bare this honesty alongside our naked bodies, as though it isn't already burning on my cheeks; every freckle a constellation of candor. I have been on an archaeological dig of our conversations, committing them to my frontal lobe until your words are sketched onto my bones forevermore. I will spend an eternity placing each delicate kiss along every inch of your skin, mapping your body with my soft lips. I'll weave our atoms into newly-made plans; a tapestry of new memories to make up for years of not holding the other's hand.

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penelope

I want to feel pity for the woman who

waits for her Ulysses, but

you have turned me starry-eyed and

patient for future times

wrapped in your arms

within a blanket of night. I am

clinging to hope that our hearts are

burdened by the same folklore —

destined to be defeated by an

endless yearning.

Your dark eyes unravel me; I want

to be guarded and hard to read, but

history is repeating, and you haunt me

through broken sleep. I am

weaving together each tender memory

of you breathing next to me; a

tapestry of reminders that you’ll soon come home to me

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enamoured

You have been unraveling each strand of

my DNA, weaving

your soul into my atoms. Fourty-eight

hours of your smile warming the

cold August nights; your oxygen

breathing life into my darkest parts.

I've been keeping my softness

in shadows, concealed from cruel

hands that threaten to shatter my

heart. Not once have you shied away

from the demons that escape

my mind and mouth, instead

kissing every fold of my frontal lobe,

quietening the worries that have

sung me to sleep for decades.

You gently run your secrets and solace

along my ribcage -

a feather-light touch that allows me to

open up and etch our eternity

into my ventricles. Every freckle

on my skin is a constellation

that tells the story of how

you became my universe.

The desire to shower you in desire

is pulling me into a relentless riptide

of adoration - I am

burdened with a love so heavy

it is pouring out of my whole body;

let me sink into you and drown

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withdrawals

I keep putting a thousand miles between us

to rid myself of your chaos, and I am

shaking with betrayal now that

all the false hope you

injected into me has dried up, and I

have been dying for another hit of

your arms,

your hips,

your hands,

your lips.

Every word you whispered was

carefully crafted to pluck at the right

heartstrings; you played me like

your favourite song, only to

leave me in silence with a

ringing in my ears for weeks.

Your heart is a

desolate desert, and I was an

overflowing lake of adoration,

pouring all of myself

into you. You pierced my heart and

drained my veins in the

cold dead of winter; I warmed

my hands on the fire you lit

only to be doused in

gasoline. You pushed me away

and pulled me back in - a relentless

tsunami of desire designed to keep me

drowning. Now,

the marks on my skin where you

touched my soul

are the only reminders of

what you stole

from me

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lovebombed

It is cruel that you continue to breathe as though I never existed

Meanwhile

I am so consumed by you that every word I spew sounds like the promises you broke.

You were a tornado, shattering every chamber of my heart,

leaving me decimated and untethered.

Never before have I felt the effortless pull back into your

epicentre, as though I am weak and unable to resist the damage you inflict.

You nebula, you imploding star, igniting my entire universe and

reducing me to ash; the remnants of our chaotic, messy love

reflected in the night sky for eternity until all else burns out.

My unnatural disaster, you are an epidemic wrought upon

my soul; I am cursed to adore you for the rest of my existence,

until you've stripped me down to each atom and replaced my DNA with desire

for only you. So, I'll bury myself beneath this shame -

a grave dug for every word you didn't say -

and wait for the day my heart

no longer beats out

your name.

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You know I’m such a fool for you

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I can’t stop thinking about all the love I have for you pooling in my body, internally bleeding. Where do I put it down? Where does it go? All this aching in my heart – when will it stop?

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haunted

Our love is dead and your soul is

tormenting me again; an aching

runs through my ribcage and I am

breathing through a ballpoint pen. There are no white lines to quieten

my mind when our love now only exists

between the blue lines in my

notebooks, and I am dying for

another hit of your pale eyes,

your hands down my spine,

your sunshine smile warming me

for the shortest time

I was yours and

you were mine -

until we buried our desire and

left it to die. How strange it is

to be haunted by someone

who is still alive

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cemetery

There is peace in the knowledge that our love will live forever, captured by these words – pressed within the pages of my notebooks for eternity, long after our bones have been burnt. Our hearts will be encased in this digital landscape, unmarred by our selfish hands. Our story, mapped out in vowels and cadence, untouched by the reality of two people who might meet in the next life. Devastatingly, my writing is a graveyard of what never was and never could be.

The beauty of poetry is: I have written you down, and now you can never die.

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serotonin syndrome

I feel the instability within my own

atoms; my nervous system has collapsed with the endless

ebb and flow of burning desire. You

burnt through my entire body; a glorious

high that left me gasping for oxygen.

My nights are now empty and colourless.

As I struggle through this relentless comedown of memories,

I am left to wonder if anyone has had to recover from me;

if anyone is forever haunted by the way my soul touched theirs.

Or if this torture is mine alone for eternity.

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broken sleep

I dreamt of you last night

again;

I can't shake this feeling that I'm

searching for you in every person i

fall in love with

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freeze

Been sleeping on a broken bed for days, kept awake by all the unspoken things in the way of a love you were too afraid to fight for.

I only want to crack open my ribcage and find my soul whole and unmarred by rough hands I never got to hold. I don’t want to discover your shards of mistrust and silence lodged in every single chamber of my scarred heart.

You have shut me out, and now my ventricles are singing a tune I’ve not heard in decades. There is a heaviness weighing on my skin — a discomfort I cannot bear despite the endless strength in my bones.

You have broken my pride, my spine, my desire. I have known winters this cold, but didn’t expect to be left vulnerable and alone by the one person whose warmth spread within me so rapidly;

I should have known you’d burn me down.

I should have known better by now

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casual

He just wants me for the warmth between my thighs; I've lived an eternity with humans making me into a void filler while they wait for their brides. He is the solidity I'm wrapping my legs around purely to put a body beside me. His hands explore the topography of my curves, my soft skin betraying the vicious desire beneath my bones as my back arches for his fingers inside me, toes curling and nails gripping the tattoos on his back. My collar bones bruised from rough hands wrapped around my neck; our sweat and the smell of sex lingers as his tongue runs along my cunt. I'm burning the sheets we fucked on, so no trace of his shadow remains when he's gone.

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I get to live with this beautiful piece of art on my body forever

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It is said that all matter in the universe is never destroyed, it simply transforms, Except

you used to love me and now there is nothing in place of that