Stray hearts°

You look at me with kind eyes that stretch into the horizon, and whisper words made from the melody of your heartbeats. You look at me with feelings that flow, pouring flowers from your lips and onto mine. You stay. And I push. And you stay. And I can’t breathe. Because I look at you…

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Idle anthem.

Some things are better left unsaid, in the pit of your stomach, festering heartache of what could have been. Some things are better left alone, in dark corners of houses that used to be your haven. Love, your heart is a gruesome desire of “can’t be” and “what should have been”. Your soul is tainted…

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Forceful endearment.

It’s 4 am and my body is weighed down with your arms wrapping me in what seems to be your expression of love. In my head I smoke out all the reasons that hold me into these walls of expectations. I stare at the ceiling drawing with my free hand the constellation of our past…

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Songs for dirty lovers.

My love for you is unwavering in its strength. It abides by no law of martyrdom and voracity. I thought if you’d feed off me, you’ll garnish my soul with your touch. I wanted to ignite you but I never thought you’d grow an arsenal to burn me down. My love for you is rooted…

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Salt.

There is something very poetic about the sound of the waves crashing against your skin, wrapping you in prickly sensations and thrusting you towards my reaching arms. I revolve around my own spine and untangle my legs to make room for yours… you smile, the sun reflecting off your eyes into the horizon, your shoulders…

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Story of three.

I remember the time you put your tongue between my lips and told me how you’ve never kissed anyone with the taste of licorice in their mouths. You let your hands drop down my waist and said that I’m made of the bitter taste of Heaven. Your fingers traced my shoulder and my heart pounded…

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Ode to my daffodil.

Hands on marble counters collecting dust from unwanted promises. Leaves torn up from naked branches fallen at the roots, hoping to be recollected in a warm embrace. I look at the walls I used to recognize so well, the pillars that used to keep me so safe, and I think about the last time this…

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Carousel

I stood under the scolding droplets for the longest time, thinking about the night I held your hand under the rain… Where was I taking you?  If stories were true about loves and forevers, well then with each drop falling on your forehead, I saw a little eternity of moments.  So I took your hand,…

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Keep your eyes open

It’s all an illusion child. The tire swing hanging from the oak tree, with your feet dangling in the air, brushing against the fragile dandelions. The feelings that consume your insides while reading a book under the dim flashlight, tucked beneath your covers. The mornings with snow falling from the white sky, that keep you…

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Rien que des mots

Alors que j’essaie de reprendre tous mes mots, avaler ce que j’ai déjà craché, je me retrouve avec les murs familiers d’un sentiment que je hais! Cet instant que je prie de détourner à chaque fois, et qui à chaque fois me prend en pleine face… Un instant qui me reprend au moment où ma…

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