I have loved you, in every life, I think - Scatter my atoms across the universe, and still, they would know your name. Softly, I become endless, in you.
you were written on every molecule I ever became | p.d (via lostcap)

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I have loved you, in every life, I think - Scatter my atoms across the universe, and still, they would know your name. Softly, I become endless, in you.
you were written on every molecule I ever became | p.d (via lostcap)
it’s a weird day
‘What do you think the stars wish for then?’ ‘A softer beginning.’
A Kinder End | p.d (via lostcap) | Happy Birthday, Brother @simba-pan
Lachesism — n. the desire to be struck by disaster. i. God, maybe I could have loved you if I'd prayed another way. Maybe I could have loved you in any life but ours, now. Maybe — (before we began, I used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake, a plane crash, survival to secure my existence) ii. — I found a catalyst for disaster in you. (now is after and I ache for the promise of yours)
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Oh, you and I? Darling, we survived.
in another universe, softly, kindly, without question | p.d(via lostcap)
THANK YOU FOR THE EDIT WITH MY POEM FRIEND IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL I AM CRYING ACTUAL TEARS
YOUR WELCOME FRIEND! It was really my pleasure! It was a great poem. I am so glad you liked it!!!!!!!!!!
— I don’t need a soulmate. Just a catalyst. – s.s
i. Is this what happens after the poem ends? These freckles on my arms that you used to touch — ii. I burned the leaf I stole from the tree you kissed me by. I found religion in betrayal and the way the smoke curled, reaching for the sky. iii. After the ash crumbled in my palm I wrote us a constellation, painted the hunger onto my skin. — I am left starving. And you, still holy.
Letters to Judas, loving a thief | p.d (via p.d vulpe)