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i fell in love with the way your eyes stared at my imperfections and how you told me they reminded you of your favorite place to be
 Jan 2015 fruit and honey
Kitten
inhale
exhale
skin breathes
your scent envelopes me
i'm choking on every word that
i've never said and i begin
to spit shattered shards
of thoughts into the
palms of my
hands
and this is
when you notice
me heaving and you
roll over onto your other
side facing the steady walls
so you can be a 33 year old man with no
attachment to an 18 year old who mistakenly
emptied herself into your salivating, ravenous
mouth and you inhaled me with such
pleasure it almost had me thinking
that perhaps i mistook your
distance for sadness
as soon our time
holed up in the
nostalgia
of your home town
would come to an end
and maybe your feelings grew
much taller than even our abhorring of
love and strings being tied to you and
anyone else but i think now i understand
that inside of you is a tragic, drafty cavern
filling it all the way up with every thing you're
not has become such a habit that when your wolf-like
eyes rested upon something youthful and impressionable
it was simply second nature for you to devour all of me and
then leave me with a cavern of my own, you know i've seen
a mirror since we had to part ways and if i hadn't known
any better i would've said that i've started to grey
around the edges and my teeth looked rather
sharp, if i looked a little closer i may have
even said there was a canine-like
resemblance that now suits me
beautifully, naivety is dead.
care and support :the live most of us dream of to be filled

hate and lonely: broken past that ruin it for the future

fear and love: the two one way roads that end up in the same path

freedom and forever: love made of two human vessels
...
 Jan 2015 fruit and honey
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i'm in love with words,
but afraid of voices.
silence is both beautiful
and terrifying,
because thoughts just
never seem to sleep.
no one seems
to really understand,
because although
these voices
never stop talking,
the words themselves
are often too
quiet to speak.
My eyes lit up and twinkled like
the stars of Heaven.

Before the Dawning Age
in the realms of beyond

Death knocking upon
the door

Free thought to disperse
exhaling the light

A flexing of mental thoughts
A dream like dance
floating above with a loving glance.
 Jan 2015 fruit and honey
Xanthe
Cracked and cold,
My heart slowly turns into stone.
I fill myself with fantasy and filth to appease my dying heart. False realities play before my eyes, of what could be and what will never be.
They fill me with such hope of naive romance.  
Reality comes crushing around me and the lack of warmth from another comes back with its icy tendrils around my body. I've chosen this fate, I've sacrificed my heart. I know my path.
Is it so much to ask to just be completely dominated and loved by another?
I just want to be touched and loved.
I want to feel safe in his arms.
I want my hand to fit perfectly in his.
I just want someone to love me.
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