eros the bittersweet

burn

the sharp edges of my thoughts
exist in a corner, drenched
by your struggle to find
a latitude, the hours that

recede only to be caught in
a tangle of misery, summoning
the delirium, the sound
of your name emits

loneliness permeates through
walls and illusions sink
on my skin violated

by a throbbing, irreversible
havoc your perverse affection have
caused this soul void of answers.

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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.