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Euripides - Original (408 BCE)
i have written it
a thousand different ways
but it is as simple as this:
i love you, i love you, i love you
and i wish that i didn't.
-mars
media naranja (literally, “half-orange”): soulmate; better half
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you have been cursed
for as long as you know;
somedays it feels like
it is the only thing that you
actually do know anymore,
but that doesn't automatically
make you the monster, sweet child.
you are allowed to be good,
even if you have to fight for it;
especially if you have to fight.
you do not have to choose
this narrative of martyrdom
just because it is
the only one that you know.
you are allowed to be good.
you do not have to die for it.
-mars
she thinks it's silly
when i call her
the light of my life
but i swear to god,
it's like she puts
the whole sun in my chest.
i feel like i'm
swallowing daylight
whenever she kisses me.
do you see these freckles
on my shoulders, darling?
can you feel how warm
my skin is under your touch?
it is all you, my love. all you.
-mars
i am tired of fighting
i would like to love now
i would like to be loved in return
no armor
no daggers
nothing sharp
only... soft
-mars
she likes to pretend
that her heart is black
and she is too cold for
the warmth that i am offering her,
but i have seen the truth.
i have seen the way
she looks at me when
she thinks i'm not paying attention.
i have seen the stars in her eyes.
i know them by name.
i know how to follow them
by night to lead me home.
she does not fool me.
-mars
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