#jmpoetry

[jmpoetry]

he is mine.

[geminalie]

I think it is the house That drains the water of the rivers where strength blooms like flowers from earth, her mother. It is the roots of this bad blood circle, this upside down story, this book written wrong. There is a magnet for cruelty and nightmares. Fairytale monsters hunting, sweat dripping like rain. It tastes of medicine, but no improvement. Time doesn’t get us to summer Bitterness swallows them whole. Bitterness swallows the scattered pieces of me Unholy, tired in defeat, scared of false gods and stories.

J.M.

[jmpoetry]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎! ˒ mon chéri

[jmpoetry]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎! ˒ tu es la seule personne dans mon cœur

[jmpoetry]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎! ˒ tu as l'air spectaculaire

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎! ˒ tu es ma vie

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎! ˒ ce gamin.

[geminalie]

Maybe I died Inside my locked eyes The color of earth Holding the dreams of the sky. Maybe the day when I transcend from the blues I become the nothing my heart so endlessly sang. Can I still dream? Like a romantic born too late - though I could never fit in in the sorrows of a dying lover. Misery made of me her home and I wish to elope from this skin Though my mind is too far ahead, too consciously alive. I send a kiss to yesterday and tomorrow as well. I hope to see the dark bay mare of my mother finally come to my rescue. As I asked her then As I ask her still. In the silence of the dark - as blue and real as myself.

J.M.