My Dearest Poeta,
My dearest Poeta,
You say that after you leave, then will I understand why storms are named after people.
But why would you leave me?
All that you bring, I welcome and make a home for, in my smile, in my eyes, in my heart, in every thought I have, and in every breath I take.
There is only you.
And if I cannot live in the heart of this storm, then I will live high on the cliffs of forgotten memory - with it when it disperses.
Never forget that I love you, I long for you; Even when you are with me.
Together we are a perfect storm.
💞
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Sunset
I take off the hatred, take off the love
Until I am empty, breathless and numb
And I lay beside you, under the stars
We're kids again, ignorant of the wars
Yet your hand, I can no more hold
You used to radiate warmth, now it's cold
And I expect you to recount my mistakes, where I went wrong
But all I could hear is a familiar melody, you're humming our song
So I reach out and laces our fingers, this is not the end
We're just two kids with broken hearts, we could start again.
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They will come back... they always do
I don't want to be an option. I want to be your only choice.
“Sea, I am like you, filled with broken voices,”
— Guillaume Apollinaire, from The Sirens.
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In the dark, let us howl at falling stars
Let us scratch the earth, and the dirt
We are free there are no cages, no bars
That can contain the animal in our heart
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