I stripped naked. Slowly.
An excerpt from one of my on-going projects: Advertisements
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obsolete
how did i find the strength to be used by you? wounded by a cycle that refuses to break, i gave you a chance, no wait, three. three chances to prove that you were worthy of me. liar. you are now obsolete. what’s more tragic, that i forgave you or i expected you to reach up […]
Read Morefealty
to earn my love is to walk with caution; one false move and ill spiral. a diamond whose insides are like glass, im both hard and soft. venture, i am willing, discover why i cry when i’m the most happy. to love me is to earn an eternal sunrays, to haunt me, is to earn my […]
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self-destructive
<self-destructive behavior: outward versus inward> i suppose, there are two types of self-destructive people: those who implode and those you explode. those who implode, are the type who silently fight a battle within themselves. they bottle up their emotions, put masks up to assure others that they are okay, and in more extreme cases, […]
Read Moremaybe
maybe in another life, you could have been mine; maybe in another life, you could have access to all my secrets. The key to my heart, my thighs, my lips, I wonder what you would have sampled first? Would you have devoured me with nothing but tongues and lips? Would you have laughed and grabbed […]
Read Moreunrequited
unrequited love, is a disease. It eats at me, ravages me. I am no longer me when the waves hit me. I am slumbered beneath the sea. I am in mourning. I am tree that has lost its leaves. The autumn of my life, I must salvage what is left; I will replant in the […]
Read Morelandlocked
<landlocked> She was a girl| landlocked| to his desires| she set herself free| set aflame to his chains| a phoenix reborn| she flew up into the sky| painting the sky red and orange| her flames raining down like raindrops| her joy staining the horizon| like ashes| @amateur_poet
Read Moreteach me
<teach me> Teach me how to love you, show me the ways into your heart. Guide me, because I’m lost, lost in the beauty of your eyes. I want to read all the poetry I wrote for you. I want to watch your eyes, your lips, as you realize how long I’ve been so infatuated. […]
Read Moreour stories
<our stories> We tell stories through our hair, we trade secrets through every curl and wave. Comb through the middle part and twists the roots, just how I like. Tell me when you were young and silly as you smooth my edges with gel. Cluck your tongue at me and tell me to sit still as […]
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