Room for my thoughts and feelings.

I like to write. And there are some feelings I wanna get rid of.

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Blank space

Cold smokes are filling my lungs, making my brain to re-eat your memories. Life goes on but i'm stuck laying my head in your frayed lap. I will learn how to love the blank space you left behind just like I started to love your whole.

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Love poem

I constantly think of you and because of that I overcooked my eggs so fuck off.  

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Dilated pupils are

the traitors of

hidden attractions.

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Mornings with you

You came into my monotonous, trifling life wearing a pair of mismatched socks. Now your existence is splashed all over my kitchen floor. Every moment you are present in is pure tachycardia wrapped in the smell of coffee and freedom. When I look into your eyes, I see shrunken galaxies taking a nap on the edge of your smoldering pupil.

I just sit here and wonder how I could stop loving you.

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People

People around me don’t know me at all because they cannot see through the wall.

People around me talk about weather while I’m losing my wings feather by feather.

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November

I met you in November. When everything was ready to die. It was cold and dark  like my heart and your eyes. There is so much between us: miles and fears and desires. Still, we are alike: we both swim in a big bowl of pain and we never know  when life will swallow us.  

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Empty

I’m just an empty room without windows and paintings. I’m just an empty chest without heart and feelings. I’m just an empty street without people and light. I’m just a piece of nothing, please hug me tight.