sstephaniechan
my heart rate stirs at the sound of your voice
for as long as i loved you, i never did find a way to avoid the pin pricks of your skin. you were like a rose; your beauty enshrouded by your vines
in the privacy of our cave, we put our hearts to rest. "let them rest," you said, "for we have been too cruel to them this winter"
it's possible for people to become weathered.
we become heated with passion but we break with the cold
our love was as ancient as all the bones of the greatest lovers
you didn't just break my heart
you murdered my soul
and i was too sad to
pick
up
the
p i
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not cool, cold. your heart is frozen and the warmth of my love will never be enough
we are always destroyed by the final embrace,
from opposite ends
we crumble
the mighty have fallen
my north star, my compass, my greatest love
if you had to know one thing about me, you would need to know that I am not sure of anything. I live on the line of indecision
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