eros the bittersweet

shadow

that lurk and fall behind the
veil of faults and disbelief
crave the blushing, spinning
desire, a light brighter than

the sun that revolves without
caution or hesitation,
darkness travels faster than
soundlessness, the pandemonium

heavier with each breath you
take, the tears that bathe
these words meant only

for a ceaseless, relentless
soul that suffer in silence
haunted by your eyes.

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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.