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Her whole world is a magical one. No one can be a part of it. You’re meant to just watch her change between the hours as she wakes, to the part when she sleeps. No one can be a part of it. And each time she breaks, she spins a new fairytale about how someday she can find the hero she needs, within herself, to break her free from the spell she cast onto herself. Like quiet cries of her strength breaking and growing simultaneously, a dizzy tale deep beyond the dark hole, lost within the horrors of imagination an answer there lurks, that her reality wasn’t so satisfactory and she would rather sleep all day dreaming of fins and angel wings

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I can feel the pounding of my broken heart resuscitating like a bomb inside. And feeling the flowers grow.

The agony of feeling myself break and heal over and over

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forgive me for being in love, but give me the freedom to express it

I want the opportunity to grind against you on the floor, or have you cup your hand against my face and kiss me

Declare me yours And you mine

I may bore you But I will never do anything to hurt you.

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like marble

the fractures, fractals of your broken mind are so very beautiful brimming with abundance in the abyss.

the cracks have life.

nature overtakes. your true nature, lush and lovely and blooming. with flowers climbing out of the pitch, and they exhale deeply upon their entrance.

and i want to admire each and every crack and character, until you become strong to give part of your nature to me.

to grow within the gardens of my mind palace.

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Letter to the Sky

Oh god, you.

You, I love you more than air. You who has my face when the sun rises, You who reaches deep that the stars shine on my skin, I breathe light until the morning, Glittering across the waves.

Blessing me with droplets on my ear, To the breaths you whisper on my neck. Kisses that hang on my breasts, and then down wards, Draping below my hips, and brushing on my thighs. With waters rushing through, screaming in the waves. My hands reaching into your depths, stretched high in ecstasy, And I ride into the storm with you once more… as you pull me in

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It goes night and night again when i can’t seem to grasp the origins of my own mind, inhaling such focus that my mind is somewhere else and everywhere else, lucidly spilling into location of where i must be. then i’ll sober up and read this, and laugh at me. he sits besides myself, and i’m anxious and wondering about what i’m supposed to be doing when really i don’t feel like doing what i really need to be doing and i know i should be doing it. watching him work however is a joy, and watching him finally accomplish it is quite fantastic. like watching a scientist reach breakthrough once more, before he steps back to his thesis in the laboratory. and i lull back and forth, rolling my mind like a ball. we’ve spoken and i wonder how he’s reclusive of his past most times. or am i just talkative about mine. yet i sometimes still wonder to wish that the reasons why i ask is like a question of, ‘well, how did you get here?’ the enigma that is my lover, with my ideals of my own that he needs to break. and me to him… i see myself to prove to be more than what he perceives to be, because his ideals of me, so he says are empty.