eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem eleven

there is so much more
to us than just
silence and a song
there is
the heedless desire
for me to fasten
your heart to mine,
to not let you escape
from my embrace,
to envelop your soul
with my kisses,
to enwrap your
body with my understanding,
to give you all i possibly
could ~
now and always.

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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.