eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem eight

within the walls
i have put up
lie shattered glasses
of oblivious restlessness
all for the soul and
laughter of the
one called you

within the walls
i have put up
screams the heart
which knows nothing
except that of your
grace and beauty,
your words and fire.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.