eros the bittersweet

denying

i invite you to take me higher,
to wallow in the greatest of depths
with me, to defy any and all
known measures of time and dimensions

of infiniteness, but what do they
mean without your color, without
your trace, my thoughts falter
to define the loss and the space

and now could only design
a vague sense of neglect ~
of the words i could have uttered

but chose not to, of blood that
lets your affiction cut too deep,
denying me of my peace.

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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.