eros the bittersweet

rain

shadows obscure the love i once held
and the mist cover the ruins
of this parched heart, lonesome
and forlorn, being without

death, without breath, without
fragments, without elements
void of substance, this body
filled with space and nothingness

words fluctuate, the incessant
rise and fall crowd my now
impoverished hands, the

feel that once sought
your touch ~ a soul chained to
the rain of your kisses and desire.

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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.