eros the bittersweet

melancholy

the first poem i have written in a month, i think...


shadows and shades
that obscure your
perpetual grin
descend and swallow
the grim and
dreamlesss journey
of your hand,
the deluded and
ill-fated trail
to your mouth,
the throbbing, shackled,
nostalgic smoke
that tell me
we once were.

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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.