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Day 4 ♡

How do you write about love on a blank page, suddenly and cautiously as a mouse, scampering into each crevice of the heart, pumping it with nothing but silent memory of fairytales and loveless novels.

only feeling, never understanding slowly inhaling and breaching boundaries, was the only thing good about me you?

you, my rock and protector of my heart, admirer of many but lover of one-- your arms tough as steel as your heart which I hoped, would warm up to me but sadly wallowed the sound of my name.

Love makes up every particle of my mind, and wrecks the skin of a lover who only belongs in my mind, only exists within me, and exhaling a sky full of stars-- only belonging to you and me.

Imagination was the first curse of mine, fledging bird-- waiting to be pushed, yet flailing in the kindless air, ill-omened by many; flowers cradled at the bottom of the nest, beginning a new tribute to the gods of love.

Please don't take them from me, they rekindled a spirit deep inside me that never existed before.

Take the page of genesis out of my book, and fossilize it in my bones forever and sip the sweet ambrosia of my blood into the softness of your veins.𓏲୭

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

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Day 3 ♡

My tongue is a confused muscle. The roof of my mouth is beaten at its continuous lashes; swirling and pressing against the ridges. It snaps back at me at a sour tang; and folds itself into my smile as the warm cocoa sweetness pours in—one swallow, two.

They are a mind in their own, a one of one, a two of two, a three in four—

Often disagreeing with the nerves in my mind, questioning things incessantly, while the salacious traitor fails at expression like a fish underwater—drowning in their own home, unable to help itself.

It is perfectly unsuitable, profoundly inept, and a cunningly perplexed muscle you see, you should not trust it, for it harrows at the blink of the minds confusion and fashions unbridled euphemisms as unequivocal fact—

No,no,no it is not a part of me, it is an imposter, it does not sit still!

It is settling itself into the cavity as a contagion; follow the minds train of thought and hope of of this foolish tongues’ hysteria, it will soften you up to taste you,

But will not swallow, oh no-

The soft underbelly of the beast is always the weakest,

But that’s just want they need you to think.𓏲୭

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

Wrote this yesterday but forgot to post it! lol!

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Day 2 ♡

“All relationships have one law: never make the one you love feel alone, especially when you’re there.”

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Sadness never looked good on me. It was the depression that coated me in blue and shook me red. It created a bulb that was never filled always unlit--until you came. You lit the lining of my wire with your words of warm honey and sweetened liqueur. Your exuberance brightened the spirit hidden within my walls and created a new form I never recognized before.

Our bond reminded me a lot of a cat with yarn. One playing with the inanimate colored wool, the other unraveling at the looseness of each knot. Yet your hands purled gently at my threads. Glancing often to my face for reassurance, while you sat to create the perfect stitch with all your stories, pulling me back into you again. And again.

I sat with you my blues, and

you carried the load on my chest. You

stepped softly on the base of my body, enclosing

it ever so gently--almost to cry

and I dispelled my mind then of any notion that you

would ever leave my side.

Blue sat beside Red, and

colored her gems of purple,

her walls ached hues of green, and scattered

precious gleams of light across her soul,

awaken my love! We will shine once again.𓏲୭

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

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Day 1 ♡

“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”

— Tyler Kent White

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The pain appears briefly by the side of my neck and cruises slowly down my side, settling in the lower back. It presses brightly on the muscle and traces the lining of the bone so carefully as it is tracing the pattern it laid each full moon.

It appears so suddenly and settles quickly in the pit of my stomach. Reaching towards the crevice of my chest, filling the cavity as quickly as helium in a balloon. Pulsing, craving, and wishfully patient of the nighttime ritual—I grew eerily fond of its palm on my heart.

The soft luminescent gleam of the moon peers over my bed. Glancing up towards the ceiling, I chase prancing sheep in daffodils with my fingers as sapphire teardrops coat the lining of my worn pillow case. I remember warm flashbacks of my pure youth and wipe away the stingy feeling of warm embarrassment in my cheeks.

Memories of long gone friends now turned acquaintances, lost attempts at preserving the last piece of strawberry shortcake on my plate...all turned to the dusts that populate the wall above me.

When our bodies die, they return to the ends of the earth; when our souls transcend, they transcend to the realm above ours.

Where will my mind go when it begins to expire? It will explode like the brightest star in the universe, shimmers dissolving in the bountiful clean air and collapsing in to myself once again—where it is at home. In peace. 𓏲୭

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

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