They are leaning out for love and they wil lean that way forever.

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Predisposition for Pain.

April 20, 2021

goddamn, do I know the name of love.
and have I basked in the grip of grief.
I’ve dined in between death and horror,
made them both ache for relief.

I’ve adored, praised, begged on my knees.
Sizzled hot and boiled cold.
Cracked and poured remains of truth,
over girls who bared their teeth.

Twist me into your confessional, hard-hearted,
tonight I’m dark wood, incense, your first sin.
I’ll bow my head. I’ll kiss your temples.
Tonight I’m comfort, mercy, sweet water and skin,
And you, you’re the world here,
Tonight, self-willed, you’re free.

Word is not blade, nor hand, nor pen,
It is life itself tearing, pulling, sobbing for peace
Word is our future, our memory,
word is the place I’ll lay you to sleep in.

goddamn, have i got a story to tell
Have I lost and loved and grieved,
I’ve had breakfast next to your dark eyes,
they both taught me to plead.


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  • amaryllis

    oh my gosh, this is gorgeous. "tonight I’m dark wood, incense, your first sin." and "I’ve had breakfast next to your dark eyes,/ they both taught me to plead."... *clutches heart*.... my inner poet is failing me this is so good

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