#writingthestorms

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Star Crossed

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Here we stand

On this altar of stone

Where ill fated lovers

Are bared to their bones

And made to write epitaphs

For their own headstones .

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Our retribution takes form

In the blood pooling at our feet

It is the pungent proof

Of our most conniving deceit.

One gilded blade

For their bejeweled dagger

One thorned crown

For us seditious traitors.

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Tied hands and blinded eyes

The price of choosing to stay

By each other's side.

Under the gaze of the crowd

We kneel with our heads bowed.

They are now calling us "star crossed"

The lovers who fought and lost.

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~ aranya

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Spoilt

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I end up wiping you off of me with my sleeves

Like a badly eaten fruit off from my lips.

But some of it drips down to my dress

In a hurried attempt of cleaning the mess

Stains which I can't clean with mere water

The spots of a permanent disaster.

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It's like the running mascara I washed every night

From my overflowing and ever spilling eyes.

Spilling just like the cup of coffee you spilt

Leaving me with the reminder of the burnt skin.

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The lingering smell of your perfume

Is one another thing I am now allergic to.

Yet whenever I stand under the rains

Trying to cleanse myself

From every bit of you that still remains

I find myself drowning

In the memory of your gaze.

Although breathless and struggling to stand

I don't look up in hopes of finding your hand.

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I haven't just scrubbed myself clean

I have scratched and scraped

Even the last essence of your being.

Every memory of you

Is just like the faded blot on an old dress

Or like the ache a fading bruise makes.

Old and forgotten

Temporary and rotten.

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~ aranya

[pplaidshirt]

Not a Liar!

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All of today has been a lie

Along with everything I have ever told you

For I never loved this night under the sky

When the constellations I recognize here

Are only a few.

These scattered stars are nothing but white dots to me

They laugh at me along with that moon

While mocking my dignity.

But don't you know that his stolen light lies too?

Not unlike the way I do.

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This music I said I loved

Isn't the music I even like.

And I don't even know

Which of the choices are mine.

All of these are the same,

Jarring noises to my ears

Their deceptive melodies

Making even the simplest ideas unclear.

But I would rather hum a song

Than admit these delusions of mine

And that my dear isn't a lie.

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These winter evenings that I so raved about

Aren't beautiful in any way that I made them sound.

They are dark and dreary

And they make me think

If either of us would truly ever be free.

The cold seeps through my skin and freezes my bone

Telling me that I'll freeze to my death all alone.

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But these whims and airs I pretend to carry are just a clever ruse

So you never have to question whatever I say or do.

Now after all this what will you actually believe

Haven't I said enough for you to feel completely deceived?

But the seconds I've spent gazing at your surprised face

While you listened to everything I just said,

Tell me that I am now a different person

Than what I was when this poem begun.

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Therefore now...

This night and this sky are beautiful

They are a reminder

That even asymmetry can be remarkable.

Although the moon is still a luminous disk to me

Its crescent is a reminder of the grin of the Cheshire cat

Who taught me how treasured madness should be.

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I still don't understand the piano keys

And the guitar strings

That I have spent numerous hours listening

But on uncountable nights they have lulled me to sleep

And now them and my heart beat in a terrifying sync.

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Some winter eves give me hope

That some warmth can cure

Even the chill in my bones.

My fears are nothing but an illusion

And apparently frozen hearts do thaw in the sun

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My whimsies are not particular to me

I change myself to fit in with the conformity

Everything I loved is a lie in curtains

Why would you think that you'd be any different?

This cold winter night spent under the stars

With you playing my favourite songs on the guitar...

I'd say it has been a beautiful evening

But my love I do hope that you know what to believe in.

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~ aranya

[pplaidshirt]

Just the warmth of your love

For me would never be enough

For I have felt you with me. Here.

Mist from your breath dampening the air

Your touches and your lingering stare

Gentle tugs on my tangled hair.

Whisper my name and pull me in

From your lips let me have a taste of sin.

Your hands and your caresses

Looking deep into eyes, sweet nothingness.

Skin on skin; it has been far too long

To care about what's right or wrong.

And if I am dreaming let me hold onto sleep

I'd be gone for long but I've fallen in too deep.

Though the dreams will never be enough

To replace your actual touch.

The warmth of your love.

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~ aranya