eros the bittersweet

this same heart

this same heart
that you have
beaten and exhausted
will say your name
one last time
one final breath
one timid night
one certain death
and consider
all the other dawn
as holy as this
morning
it starts to realize
the need to love
itself so it
may be
liberated.

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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.