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So profound was the stillness,
And heavy was the dark,
I could not rise and see the morning.
So piercing was the silence,
So clamorous was the void,
It pricked my ears like needles
And drew me near with siren song.
A shadow in the darkness,
I crept thoughtless towards the empty.
It wrapped me in clandestine,
And dragged me into the obscure.
A sleep from whence there is no wake,
A night without a dawn,
A place where twilight kisses dusk,
And all light dies in silence.
This is my truth:
I fall too easily in love.
Like the tall thin golden grass,
I bend in the winds of admonishment.
The slightest touch will snap me,
The lightest breath will move me.
I sway toward whispered "I love you's"
Lean in toward sighed "I want you's"
Break at sobbed "I need you's."
I am a fool for heavy-lidded gazes
And lazy touches in the dark.
I slay myself over and over again,
I bleed out for empty words.
I cannot define myself outside
The context of the words you sing.
I have lost my identity somewhere
Between the cracks in your voice
When you beg me to come back home.
I can only stand the sound of my name
When you breathe it down my throat.
This is my truth:
I fall in love too easily.
I define myself by the terms set
By sad boys with empty hearts
And tired eyes.
I fall in love for convenience,
So as not to be alone.
My love for him was borne of a need
To sate the hunger I felt when you left.
In truth, I have always been yours,
And that is all I know how to be.
Please still be waiting.
There is nothing poetic
In the soul-crushing emptiness
I feel inside.
There is nothing beautiful
In closing my eyes
And never wanting them to open.
There is nothing romantic
In the dark, vast loneliness
That consumes my whole existence.
There is nothing poetic
About existing,
But not living.
There is no beauty in the dark.
I once meant everything to you.
I was yours as much as you were mine.
No one could come between us.
No one to jeopardize what was fated to be.
—or so I thought.
It always begins perfectly.
falling in love,
Becoming captivated in embraces, voices, hugs...
Then things turn awry.
Simple issues become large.
Positivity swings to negativity,
Love turns to hate.
Love making turns to meaningless *****.
Warm embraces run cold.
Bonds dwindle into oblivion.
No more cuddling.
No more touch.
No more feelings.
No more love.
Regretfully—No more us.
As her pupils involuntarily dilate,
butterflies squirm excitedly in her stomach
and her heart rate soars
whenever he is near.
And when he isn't,
her body desperately craves his touch,
whilst her (somewhat sensual) thoughts
are of nothing else in the world but him.

Is this love? or lust?

When he catches a glimpse of her
an uncontrollable tingling erupts somewhere,
- and I think you know where -
as he shoots darting glances her way.
In her absence, irrepressible fantasies
race through his mind,
the blood pulsing heavily through his veins;
wild and on fire at the thought of being with her.

Is this love? or lust?

Both are compelling and all-consuming
and they sometimes merge together,
but they are different emotions.
They should not be mistaken for each other.

Sometimes I feel that the word love
is said too much
or carelessly thrown around
and this makes me sad.

It should be used carefully
so that it doesn’t lose its meaning
or value.
It should remain powerful.

Hormones and desire fuel
lust
but it is not the same as
the more passionate and
unconditional emotion of
*love.
I just think that sometimes, to save people from heartache etc, people should distinguish more clearly between love and lust. Don't say 'I love you' to someone unless you absolutely MEAN it.
you are the nerves in my sunken brain
you are the dead sockets in my eyes
you are the blood in my stained veins
you are the quotes on my favorite book
you are the verse of my favorite song
you are the chords in my favorite piano piece
you are the flowers in my garden
you are the soil that keeps the grass growing
you are the dance my body breaks into
you are the memory behind the burning letters
you are the intense reason behind my sleepless nights
you are the elixir to my hopeless days
you are the star in the center of my galaxy
you are the lost concentration when i study
you are the face that captures my attention
you are the scent that i can't get over
you are the reason behind this relapse
you are the reason behind my shivering fingers
you are the reason behind this writer's block
you are the definition of ephemeral dalliance
you are the evocative thoughts that cloud my mind
you are the aftertouch that dissolves in my skin
you are the talisman that keeps me going
you are the penumbra of happiness
you are the reason behind my facade of nonchalance


you are everything that i think you are,
*& everything i think you are not.
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