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And so she breathed there
satisfied,
honored
and became experiences.

She was the kind of girl
that didn’t have a kind.

She made it clear as day
that she was not from this time.
And you would always catch her
looking for something.

She was the kind of girl
that didn’t have a kind.

3 white candles.
Earthy bath infusing with my elements.
A French film, my thoughts.
I don’t want to ever give this up again—
I won’t, can’t live without it.
I’ve created distance between my lovers and myself again;
no wonder they don’t believe me.
But I mean it this time—
I only want myself.
I’ve grown warmth.
My hollers are a gradient opera.
God help me.
God leave me alone.
I knew it—
I knew it.
He’ll never leave me alone.
How’d he conceived a string
out of nothing—
nothing.

Dear moon,

He said my full name
those sound waves
honeyed all over my nervous system

My lover sends me music that I replay for weeks
because it reflects my soul
and makes me cry
my thoughts have become so loud
i’m yelling back at them out loud
and didn’t even notice

Maybe the lesson is to let go the first time
How dare he reflect me so
left me wide open
for the crows to knit and pick at me

📷 : ∆° An old lovers space °∆
🖋️ : ~*A current lovers ache*~

✦ L O V E · L U S T · L A Z U L I ✦

Can you shed your ego,
be within another.
Unrequited hope.
Unrequited lust.

The bridge of my identities
the space where I defy
where my oh my deity lies
There be many more of us round this time
it’s lunacy
it’s benign
they prefer to speak all at once
romanticizing a dime store novel
we thicken as heavy falls to follow
Maybe we’ll try again tomorrow..

She was in search of a sign
a rooftop roaring for a savior,
a drunken eye,
a cirrus cloud.

Nothing held

There’s always a dilemma,
an unwanted guest
sitting beside my iridescent flesh.

What do you reveal of me?

I can’t let anyone see this side of me.
Sadness and envy are just little girls
whispering brutal truths.