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I have had many things stolen from me.
From the simplest things.
When I was 5 my first play station.
7, my first kiss.
And when I was 14, my first time.
Most people imagine their first time
as this beautiful moment,
Candles on the side of the bed.
Marvin Gaye playing in the background.
And this perfect collision of bodies.
Like during a sunset,
The way purple and pink clash so beautifully.
And that absolute moment of pleasure.
But instead of screaming his name,
I was screaming for help.
From the simplest things.
When I was 5 my first play station.
7, my first kiss.
And when I was 14, my first time.
Most people imagine their first time
as this beautiful moment,
Candles on the side of the bed.
Marvin Gaye playing in the background.
And this perfect collision of bodies.
Like during a sunset,
The way purple and pink clash so beautifully.
And that absolute moment of pleasure.
But instead of screaming his name,
I was screaming for help.
Literature
Ours
Your eyes
glimmering like gold,
and I,
with lips of fire,
issue
an eternal vow
unto
your waiting heart:
My soul for yours.
The sunrise
has finally wrought
our fate,
your love,
budding like a lotus,
is mine
if your fingers
can but find
their place within my own.
Take the leap,
fall
to where only I
may catch
and you shall discover
the infinity
of true devotion
in
the unbound shape
of us.
Literature
A message to the broken
You drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Literature
on seeking solace in strangers
And she felt like home
her arms gave
way to the sand
castle of her
chest,
she was
inexplicable
and
obscene
and
vulgar
and
i loved her for it
i knew
she was a dragon
of a girl
even with
charcoal creases
beneath her eyes
and smudged
vowels
l
e
a
k
i
n
g
from the corners
of her lips
like a faulty tap
to me she was beautiful
like those obscure
lapses in time
at 3.25 AM
with her legs
stretched across the
window sill
smoking my cigarettes
as she let her words
fold themselves
into the quiet
s p a c e s
around us
she still sparkled
with this rebellious
twinkle in her eyes
and
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