spoken words are not enough, perhaps why we put them in a book. love is a giant turd —words are chaos, it is the sea upside down, and a delusion of galaxy on the floor. this is your saliva, it remains in your mouth and when in need, you may rub it on a bleeding wound. it is the sensation of the creator, you on your knees with your emotions in a cup of tea. wearing your heart with pride on your sleeve. there is no two ways to put it — i am giving you the pe
i close my eyes putting my most beautiful dream of watching you sleep to an end
i hold you, because i can, and let my body whisper
“you make self-love look so easy and beautiful.”
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you gave a face to my future and my dreams
you gave my direction a path
my calls of hope a voice to reach
my eyes a sight to see
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“you’ve got sad eyes with a hint of braveness,” is all she said,
that moment chan