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[lacquerlips]

The Gallery

You sleep soundly, protected by the company of 

snakes, angels, and demons.

They guard your organs, flesh, and muscles.

Without moving eyes they watch the world pass you by

While you're none the wiser, drunk on beer and sunstroke.

The breath that leaves you fans over a crest of regality, valiance,

The summer grass tries to scratch away the frowns of the skulls on your arms,

You've come too far to continue to be sad.

At least, that's the impression I get.

I like your homage to the illuminati: that little triangle below your intestine 

forever searches for lies and enlightenment.

Or maybe you just decided that it looked cool?

And I love that angel, clinging to your spine as you dive into the four corners of hell

Yet it drags you back to the surface, reminding you of the better qualities you have

that overshadow the bad ones.

Your body is a gallery, and I've bought myself a ticket. 

I only planned to take the basic tour, a brief introduction. 

But the more I look I'm drawn to the finer details, 

the emotions, the story behind 

each intricate piece.

And I wonder if I'm willing to pay 

For the full immersive experience,

To feel the ink burn my fingers,

and stain my palms,

and your creations forever be printed behind my eyes.

And the gallery begs me to ‘please, come touch the artwork’

[lacquerlips]

Sunshine at Six

It’s been a while since I can remember

Waking up to soft hands skating down the length of my body

And chapped lips prickling at my ears, nose, and mouth.

Opening my eyes I see yours are

Thickly glued still with sleep.

But your smile is immaculate,

Reflecting off the penetrating glow of morning sunshine

Past the curtains

That seeks to sneak a peek at the safety I’ve found in you.

I’m perplexed how your hands are so warm

As they chase away the chills in my body.

And you’re quiet as you close what little distance is left between us

To breathe life into me with a kiss and whisper

'How beautiful you are at this time of day’.

I’m inclined to disbelieve you.

But my disbelief in myself is drowned out by

My sheer fondness of you,

And your warm hands,

And sleepy, lust-ridden smile,

And wild hair that’s lost a match to a pillow and my fingers,

And the art gallery you wear proudly on your body.

And as I trace the ultraviolet veins in your chest

I realize on behalf of us both that

I could get used to waking up at six on a sunday

And forever be cradled in the sunshine of your gaze.

[lacquerlips]

Leaving

I’ve become good at leaving. I’ve become good at quick exits and silent goodbyes. I’ve been taught how to replace people, not how to keep them. I’ve been taught how to walk away, not how to stay. And I'm fucking exhausted. I'm tired of people not sticking around. I'm tired of people not waiting a little longer. I'm tired of people taking hearts so lightly. We've become so addicted to the chase, to the next best thing, to the bigger house, the nicer car, the next big purchase — but we've forgotten about our home. Our family. Our forever. Our heart. We've forgotten that strength does not mean the reluctance to ask for help or a hand to hold. We've forgotten that no matter how independent we want to be, we still need people — we still need love, someone to lean on when things get rough. We've forgotten that we need to stick around more often. That we need to be more tolerant. That we need to be more patient. We've forgotten that love takes time. We've forgotten that the basic and simplest first step to finding love is staying. But we don't stick around anymore. We move on to the next, hoping that we'll find something worth staying for. Hoping for something better. The truth is — you will never find what you're looking for if you don't stop for a little while and dissect it; the hidden parts, the dark sides, and see the scars that are rooted deep inside. This is how you see someone's beauty. This is how you see someone's soul. This is how you fall in love — real love, honest love. But first, you have to stay. I have to stay.

[ineluctablehere]

Somedays like today, the world

looks tremendously vast,

And I miss human chaos,

There is nothing much to fill spaces.

Empty rooms feel less comforting.

Somedays I want to stand with the crowd

And watch existence

See stories of people I'll never name.

But they must have seen a movie I liked ,

And truly hated it,

But that's okay.

[ineluctablehere]

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[ineluctablehere]

"Then I hear the song and remember that our minds are born out of things we tried to hide"

- Too many pretty lies (@ineluctablehere)

[ineluctablehere]

I don’t think you understand how brave it is to let go. You know there will be a tomorrow but you know they won’t be there and you have to hold onto the crumbs of a stupid memory from a school trip. You have to watch people move on and force your legs to move with them . You will lose them and you will surely hate it but there won’t be any other emotion-there will be a void and it will bleed every time they smile in your dreams.

[ineluctablehere]

| I write fragments from my dreams | . .instagram-@ineluctable____