the milky way’s smudged and incomplete in the haze of your eyesa magnitude of cheap romance like a natural disasteran earthquake splitting us and still i want to live in your constellationnestled between you and the galaxies spewing from your tonguea mistake of a masterpiecerestless and alive in your passages.
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the insects in my stomach are dead [and i don’t think i ever loved you]
we are pliantalways betting on chance,brimming with passing thoughtssilence stretching into the ever-expanding infinity between our fingertips oblivion infiltrating the corner of your smilereminiscence stuckbetween your teeth, collapsing, dragging me down with you as your words start sinkinginside my chest;almost a rhythm, a dance empires falling to the anthem of your touch—catastrophes in the wake … Continue reading the insects in my stomach are dead [and i don’t think i ever loved you]
this is how you pry yourself apart
he says“say no if you don’t want this.”and all i can see is the universein his eyes.i could never say no to him,not to the ambrosia he poisons me with every kiss.and i tell him“take me; i am still yours.”even if he isn’t mine.even if he just sees lust with a [now] strangerand all i … Continue reading this is how you pry yourself apart