With your hand on the plain of my body, you spoke of your past, + I imagined fast forward to our future. You said how much we had in common, + I thought if only you knew, if only I opened up, blossoming like prairie flowers of honesty. A sea of calm flowed inside me as you kissed the mountain ranges of my hips. I'd marched into a labrynth of my own making, but you've knowledge of walking in the dark. I feel small in your hands, comfortable with my unformed thoughts. A fear of the future doused in fog, yet you make me feel so safe. I don't know how these things work, the mechanics of falling in love, but I'm willing to learn. We go home smelling of each other, faint traces still detectable on our skin. They last all through the night, a barrier against the dark.
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I am a reflection of a youth misspent. Summer nights spent passed out + long days spend drinking the hours away. Scratched legs from the sun bleached grass + red sunburn from falling asleep under the cloudless sky. Nights spend starry eyed, lost in daydreams + reveries. Time spend bleeding + screaming mingled with time spent throwing my heart at you, only to have it handed back. Years down the line, I am still writing about you, + I still bear the scars of those snatched nights together. I am lost, lost, so lost. I hold up mirrors + see my self in their shattered fractured surfaces, + I wonder how I ever let you drown me the way you did. I'm still struggling to breathe, all these years later.
A ghost might not be able to affect this world, but your ghost is still affecting mine.
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Scribbled solitude, drowning in music + lost in the maze of my thoughts. Submerged in a murky boredom, I paint my thoughts over the page. I project my dreams in the hopes that you're receiving my transmission, on a frequency that's meant for your ears only. My body is meant for your hands only, + I wish life came with a remote for fast forwarding + pausing, so we could stay together, + you could pick my frequency. I could be Sleeping Beauty + you could wake me from the loneliness of single beds + nights spent alone.
Robot Love
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I am a reflection of a youth misspent. Summer nights spent passed out + long days spend drinking the hours away. Scratched legs from the sun bleached grass + red sunburn from falling asleep under the cloudless sky. Nights spend starry eyed, lost in daydreams + reveries. Time spend bleeding + screaming mingled with time spent throwing my heart at you, only to have it handed back. Years down the line, I am still writing about you, + I still bear the scars of those snatched nights together. I am lost, lost, so lost. I hold up mirrors + see my self in their shattered fractured surfaces, + I wonder how I ever let you drown me the way you did. I'm still struggling to breathe, all these years later.
A ghost might not be able to affect this world, but your ghost is still affecting mine.
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Scribbled solitude, drowning in music + lost in the maze of my thoughts. Submerged in a murky boredom, I paint my thoughts over the page. I project my dreams in the hopes that you're receiving my transmission, on a frequency that's meant for your ears only. My body is meant for your hands only, + I wish life came with a remote for fast forwarding + pausing, so we could stay together, + you could pick my frequency. I could be Sleeping Beauty + you could wake me from the loneliness of single beds + nights spent alone.
Robot Love
I'm angling all at odds, you are not alone? I am listening..
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like fresh snow -without footprints
-I love it so