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It’s when I talk about you to the stars that lights up the sky.
Don’t forget about me when my flowers are shrivelled, brown and gone.
Remember my blooms.
“Your mouth tastes like raspberry”.
And yours tasted like everything I needed, that I wanted.
Every time I kiss you, I feel the same energy and power that lights up cities.
It’s pure f*ing joy and excitement.
It’s what feeds my existence.
What keeps me alive and hungry for more.
I want to plunge myself into the sun.
I just want to know what his comfort is like.
Waiting for the sun among the flowers
Tell me something even more tormenting
than the simple act of waiting...

a little more waiting...

and a lot more waiting.
Waiting...
Tonight
I'll sleep under
the ceiling of stars;
in a blanket
I'd be caressed by hugs.
Under my pillow
our captured days will rest.

Beneath my bed,
my monster at peace.
she'd whisper a poem-
the love we never had.

And while the crickets
sing their hope for us,
we'd both bleed
our hearts to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, dear"
We both hushed at once.
Everyone deserves
both the sun and the rain.
But not everyone gets
the same amount of both.
And so is with the weigh
of love we ought to give
and receive.
Funny how my heart still beats
despite being beaten to death
by a trillion cuts.
ran
And maybe I have been
so familiar with being
out of this place
That when someone willing
to shelter me came,
I ran my life out of it.

Or maybe I have been
so into out of love
That when he came
and offered his heart,
I had no idea how to handle it.

So I ran my heart away.
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