aerumnous
“Who would I be if I hadn’t been frightened? What hurt me, and what would I be if it hadn’t?”
what do you need?
four words that punched
a hole in the sky.
lover,
my tissues sparkle
when you ask
questions.
cellular atrophy
via assumption.
your theories of
what is
scorches the tongue
of dragons; what you
will not see
smothers.
I’d rather sip
silence from a slender
vase of rosewater
my wet mouth
bursting with
confidence.
what you see
in front of you
reflects what
you feel.
my heart flutters
as a torn flag
in the humidity,
yet; I will never
surrender to your
vows.
I live for the
potential,
the impossible
flash of stars
striking,
the sensation of
fading love is rain that
unlocks the heat.
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