February 2012
“She loved mysteries so much that she became one.”
– John Green, from Paper Towns (via enchants)
“You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin...”
– Brand New (via youarebeautifullovee)
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Disappear
for however long
it takes to see my reflection
in your eyes
like glass
they show me
who I am,
I will wait
in front of the mirror
screaming at my scars
to disappear
like you have
if only for a moment.
I cannot see you
nor hear your voice
but i know somewhere
you shine
among the darkness
that has filled my head
since you left.
I can stand on my own
for a while
until I fall down...
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via lavandula)
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Geography
let me discover
the geography of your body
with my lips pressed
to your skin
tracing your form
a road map which leads
to your mouth
where mine
will always be.
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Naked Modesty
it was like an angel
opening it’s wings
to see shoulder blades
from which they came
he explored
my every inch
while I lay there
in my naked modesty
the moon
must have been
at her brightest
the way beams
slipped through
the cracks in the blinds
as you moved
inside of me
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Untitled 17
imagining a world
in which I can live in
by falling in love
with my sadness,
I’ve come to terms
with the fact
that a smile
is something
I cannot
create.
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Soft
lovers lost at the limbs,
fingers attached to hands;
arms,
hanging loose
with nothing to hold;
only pillows will do
and even they
aren’t soft enough
to lay gently
against fragile skin
where he once was;
tangled in her web
and she
in his embrace
