eros the bittersweet

dawn

the night is always darkest just
before dawn, so let me cast all
the piercing stares and pointless
arguments from whence

the gaping void between
what is left of us emerged,
a line that breaks, a sigh halted,
a pure abstract that resemble

my heart, let me go back
to endless beginnings and
deaths that resurrect

all the good i know, unaltered,
unchanged, unmasked, your stares
that make the flowers unravel.

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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.