One day I just woke up and realized that every other man I liked or thought I might love I built up in my head. I romanticized them until nobody would recognize my view of them. But not you. With you, the man I love is the same man the world sees. Your flaws and imperfections just make you even more perfect to me.
In jungle red lipstick with a angelic smile
Took a lot of violence to be this gentle.
crystal walls surround
this place:
i can see indistinct
shapes
on the outside,
but that is all
that is all
i used to wonder
what it’s like
to be one of them,
but i don’t wonder
anymore
//
silence
soothes like a spell
stillness
makes memories pool
in the center of my
mind
i am in a chrysalis
too solid
to emerge from
but i do not mind;
i forgot the world
start from what you know
it’s easier to start form the things you
know you don’t like
and piece them together
until you have an idea of who
you’re not.
keep doing this
until you are left with
what you might be, and over time
that will become
what you unquestionably
must be
Let’s be clear, I’m not leaving you empty handed. I’m leaving you cause I’m empty, and you can’t fill me. I was full when i met you, but you’ve somehow taken everything out of me. I must leave to be filled again, so that maybe if we ever meet again, i can fill you up just like before.
- in order to be filled again, i must let go of you
the tempest is the sea of another memory
the sacred entwined to the skyline
the remnants of a web you thought
brought you close to the steps of elysium
now we are all crave legend
we all sanctify our dreams
the arcade of time, the zenith to
unspoken love
‘I wish that I will open the curtains and that the sky will be the shade of blue that I was expecting; I wish that the birds will sing a tune I know. I wish that the grass might be green and that my room might be pink and that I’ll smile at the Sun and she’ll look golden yellow.’
'roots,’ - Megan’s Poetry #908
Your wildfire lips
Sparked against my body
And lips. Veins heighten.
Bubbles of skin burst and scab.
I love you
tattooed across my pelvis
With your tongue.
Our saliva link like lady and the tramp
Spaghetti from our lips.
I pet your hair while you drift asleep
On my chest.
I love getting high with my lover, we fucking laugh so much but then we just chill and enjoy each other’s presence, it’s pure bliss.
I’ve been trying to avoid
what you’re meaning to say
I couldn’t believe
that these words are in play
and I struggle and fight
with myself on the fence
only to break
our silent intents
unavoidable now
but we still need to face
the crumbling walls
we once built in this place
the love we established
has gone out of sync
as we try to hold on
to reasons that shrink
and it’s harder to keep
going on in this way
than to venture apart
and call it a day
so I hope that you find
a better person than me
who can one day become
what I just couldn’t be
.
Life is like a dream.
It’s scary.
Or everything you want it to be.
Sometimes you want to wake up.
Or you want it never to end.
But life isn’t a dream.
It’s not that scary.
It’s not what you want it to be.
You can’t wake up.
And you might want it to end sometimes.
When did I start allowing myself to see beauty in everything surrounding me instead of grasping at any darkness?
- I am finally healing // [i.r.]
[07.09.20]
10 commandments of love:
1. To sweep you off your feet today..
2. To love you with every word I say..
3. To feel your heart beat deep inside of me..
4. And when the lights go out, I’ll make you scream..
5. To treat you like a princess’ Queen..
6. To keep you in my dreams..
7. You will be dreaming 0f naughty things..
8. To always leave you sopping wet..
9. I just want to mingle with your sweat..
10. And to always read this and never forget..
Sounds like a ritual of lust and dreamy looks, I love it!! - eUë
