eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem twenty three

against your shore
my waves dither and
collide delicately
like how we are
when our gaze would meet
in the midst
of flames, blaze,
fire
now silently through
the avenues of
seconds stolen from
your sight
i desire to be the
image you carry
even with your
eyes closed.

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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.