Loss of Ink

only Love.

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4:21 AM, 19-10-2020

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the 1 | taylor swift (2020)

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It's a full moon night i heard

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The second home we built for ourselves

stood at the edge of the world,

lined with sticks and tired bones

of those who tried to get to us.

your love saved me as mine was yours.

Darling, how we laughed and played,

danced and lived and loved,

innocent of the earthquakes that came next,

the ones which threatened of ruin yet

failed to take away the beauty from us;

Didn't they know we could start all over again a thousand times, always in each other's arms?

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Perhaps it's with intention that we remain so complicated, you and I, us. For after all that we've made ours what could we best talk about in simple words without desecrating it.

Let it be sacred, let there be silence.

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all of the Life that we let go to waste. us v/s them.

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Hi everyone!

I'm well and alive and happy.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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Time...

My love,

You've healed me

Put back the pieces

You broke, soft smiles

And apologies and love

Of course, lots and lots of love.

I am a fool with a gift of trust

And bittersweet memories

In place of longings -

Love enough for both of

Our hearts to burst, us.

Nothing, no more, is all

Of its own, everything forever

more, only and grandly

a shade of this Love.

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there's no question about whether you'll be back. the question instead remains what to do while i wait for you to come back to my arms.

i guess, poetry will have to do?

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“Personal Problems”

Father limps, says it's been many days since his last drink but I remember like it was yesterday shouting and fighting and missed hits it's the same each time . Mother is unavailable for comment she likes to keep busy these days I keep calling her ma, mum, mumma she recollects childhood memories of her and her village friends . There's a lot of noise here but nothing reaches our ears I'm a lovelorn piece of shit - blind when she shows her cuts I laugh and show her mine . We don't talk of our lives there's always politics to discuss - Static dynamics of the mundane. You tell me I'm too caught up to revolt. Too soft. You leave.

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so i love you a little longer

They ask me about you, my love. i smile, blush, look away. They say these aren't answers enough, i show them with eyes shining wide for i have no words, no telling to what, where and when. i am lost in you as they are now, thinking that you are where i'm going . but you're a river i'm tired of chasing so i carry you with me in me while you threaten my dreams with your hate, i scream my lungs out creating echoes amongst the mountains to teach the valleys that we can forget but not too soon.

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Please, tell/share your story.

Dear Anon, my story isn’t over yet but i can tell you that it has a happy ending. :)

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Flash back, now?

That night in the park right before i was leaving the city you sat beside me on a bench innocent, unaware, still trying to unfold me, read me, love me, lying to me. My phone in your pocket for safekeeping while your friend waited outside, fighting with the girlfriend, you told me he was super-committed to. "What about you?" I obviously had to ask and you smiled in a perfect reply. Who was i kidding, i didn't have to know. My goodnight kisses and your wishes will always speak louder. You left before me, like you always did then came back, like you always did. Did; if only to return my phone but i didn't mind, i would never mind another excuse to hold you in my eyes once more.

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this emptiness inside me has its own teeth jagged and incisions sharp beneath the neck, the heart, the stomach - not mine, not this body but there’s a feeling making space for itself as it eats me up - its own pace, i’m thrown centripetal force. stop. scream. let go. fall - united hunger and thirst.

love with a glass of water, please.

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You keep your busy, I keep my feelings.

~ we don't talk anymore

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now you mail back my things

Doesn't it still interest you

anymore to walk up my street, knock on my door

or to even steal a glimpse of me from my window,

to catch me blush at a random memory of us,

slow-dancing in my kitchen for one,

to avoid my English music, thanking heavens

for the glass pane and cursing the curtains as you

get on with the rest of your day

?

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a Sailor and a Captain

Could you tell where i was leading you? With footprints to match the beats of our hearts, the largesse of the ocean. Hoisting your red T-shirt, our flag of Rebellion, careless across the sky and off the shore, into the boat to nowhere. The sand clung to our bare skins glittering golden, under the sun - oh how we burnt just for each other! You my Home and I, your mayday beacon.