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heartbeats like thunder.If you understand loneliness you remember the night you could have crawled into his chest, made a bed for yourself like an animal beside his heart. You remember the heat of the word inside, and the sudden unfairness that he could be inside of you when you were the one who needed to be that close, when you were the one who needed that relief.heartbeats like thunder.
If you understand hunger you remember the way you touched his body carefully, this home you built for yourself with unsteady hands, counted the spaces between his ribs, pressed your cheek against them, listened for his breathing like a sto
by ~this-epiphany
Rain at midday in winterI think we are the most beautiful of collisions.Rain at midday in winter
I climbed across your bare-boned skin, found secrets lodged between your fists.
There's solace in my quiet bedsheets, but it's warm without being warm, safe without being safe enough.
I want you here, soft against me like rain at midday in winter. I need you here like oxygen, but it's all carbon when you're gone.
My love, I'm all blankets and bedsheets, wanting nothing more and nothing close to time pressing fast.
I believe nothing about you is mere coincidence. &
by ~xXdr0psXx
Of leaving pieces.Understand this: that love is a religion of birds, of restlessness, of flight.Of leaving pieces.
Of moving somewhere warmer when the cold sets in, of longing, of leaving, of being the one left behind, of feathers, of an empty nest in the heart of winter,
nestled in some firm elbow of brittle branches that stopped reaching for the sky when the last leaf fell, bleak against a landscape of blacks and whites and greys save for one little piece of red string,
tucked lovingly among the twigs,
so dutifully gathered, piece by piece, by a creature who had seen winters before, but ma
by ~this-epiphany
LetterHello,Letter
Lately, my darling, the stars have wept without you. The waves will always crash for a chance to kiss your skin & I will too.
Lately, my darling, I can't stop thinking of us, all tangles & limbs & sand. My heart doesn't beat the same- it's all sideways & trying to escape through bone.
And maybe I will cut this out and fold it up- mailed to you all full of ink & pushing at the seams. Because this is how lovenotes should be.
And darling, I will miss you every time we say goodbye. Our eyes & lips that never want to depart, but I will sing &
by ~xXdr0psXx
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- Current Residence: East Tennessee
- Interests: paperback books, popping bones, sarcasm, academics, hiking
- Favourite movie: Stranger than Fiction, Away We Go, Once, Let the Right One In
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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