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Love.
Do you ever think about love? Do you feel numb? A sudden disconnection plus a gush of enthusiasm; you hear your own beat.
You think of him but it is not him. It is her to the fullest of touches but it is not her. It is an embodiment you have adorned. None of it is ever so real but an escape. Enchanting yet vile.
A work of art. A beholder's beauty; granting her red cherry lips, memorised sips and the gentlest dance managed by any hips. A celestial eclipse. A blinding apocalpyse.
His eyes. Still, yet throttling you into disorder. Raising towards you letting you see the sad gravity for you inside. A sirens call telling you to leave all behind. A dream within a dream to see them gleam.
You long for her to punch your chest and complain. You long for his warm breath to reach all depths of your skin. For her to quench all that condensed on your true lips. For him to question reality in your black braids. Feeling no remorse and more less stains. A romance red and in full bloom.
Stay real and awake. This is the grey love no one ought to explain. But sane, you look around alone and afraid. Doing stuff wierd and label things cringe. You go off for vows of chastity and frighten yourself in toxicity to be called a cheat. Sorry what you had was hollow and undermined.
Little did you know how you dreamed in memory while asleep. You rush everywhere but there is no person that you have known. Sit still and hear their laugh. Smell them, neighbouring your aura. They exist; as pieces of you. Waiting to be heard and agreed with. Run away but they are who you bump into. Stitch yourself early. Before you spread pain and blisters on other hearts and skins.
© unexpressed
You think of him but it is not him. It is her to the fullest of touches but it is not her. It is an embodiment you have adorned. None of it is ever so real but an escape. Enchanting yet vile.
A work of art. A beholder's beauty; granting her red cherry lips, memorised sips and the gentlest dance managed by any hips. A celestial eclipse. A blinding apocalpyse.
His eyes. Still, yet throttling you into disorder. Raising towards you letting you see the sad gravity for you inside. A sirens call telling you to leave all behind. A dream within a dream to see them gleam.
You long for her to punch your chest and complain. You long for his warm breath to reach all depths of your skin. For her to quench all that condensed on your true lips. For him to question reality in your black braids. Feeling no remorse and more less stains. A romance red and in full bloom.
Stay real and awake. This is the grey love no one ought to explain. But sane, you look around alone and afraid. Doing stuff wierd and label things cringe. You go off for vows of chastity and frighten yourself in toxicity to be called a cheat. Sorry what you had was hollow and undermined.
Little did you know how you dreamed in memory while asleep. You rush everywhere but there is no person that you have known. Sit still and hear their laugh. Smell them, neighbouring your aura. They exist; as pieces of you. Waiting to be heard and agreed with. Run away but they are who you bump into. Stitch yourself early. Before you spread pain and blisters on other hearts and skins.
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