eros the bittersweet

narcissistic

i offer you this, a flower that blossoms,
hiding in your own reflection, a ray that is
deceived by its own brightness, captivated
by its misery and solitude,

i lift my branches and extend my roots,
aching for the ravaging, arresting tyrant
found in our blood as we burn together
inside our bones we confront our

death, fading helplessly, heedlessly on
passionate tears that circle
my veins, liquid rising, mercury falling

narrowly escaping a breathless delirium
all i have are words that blur and
define a thought ~ mirroring your pain.


written 08 may 2010

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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.