naivenan

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the snow flurry melted on the tip of my nose it's january again and i don't feel whole there's a restlessness intertwined in my ribs trying to break them, cursing someone's name. who's hex am i here to break? which was the life where i broke hell lose? because in this one i've just picked myself up and scrubed to erase the blue.

savor

savor will take me back to my favorite places: to my grandma's danish dining table, then passed to my mom, to a cold winter vacation and a summer song to the boy who broke my heart and how i can't buy peppermint gum to the girl who saved my heart and our raw fish amour fou.

the bridle stuck to my face carving my features, changing my face. it tightens with each thought and turns it into prayer, incesant and humming, broken and rare. i became what i ran from

leap

i took a leap of faith and held you close. too many years of weak arms and wobbly legs, too many hours wasted without your warmth or taste too many dreams of you and our blue duvet cover. i wouldn’t forgive myself If I threw good love in the trash for someone’s mother.

knot

i feel a knot in my stomach weaved down from my brain into my throat, strangling my thoughts, burning my words with its threads into ashes. it's restrained the memory of me, they took her hostage, she's gone on a hunger strike. and as the fire within me ignites and scorches the ropes, the burnt jute builds up and i'm choking.

trail

following the trail of words and pieces of feelings once whole i ask myself: how do i let this go? i'm emboding a bird, following breadcrumbs that will eventually lead it to death by strangling.

feeling your warmth on my skin is the closest i'll be to explain the ray of morning sunshine coming through my windowpane in my childhood home where i shed my fears and built my ways you embody a space so safe left behind in cardboard boxes and faded tinging smells you're the recreation of my sacred place.

i feel velvet under my fingers, caressing them in ways no one else has. smooth and overpowering at the same time, in the color of blood, and my tired heart i am his and he is mine.

twig

broken twigs laid on fresh soil, the sound of boots stepping on them felt familiar to my ears. from the time a fireplace crackled and your embrace warmed the coldest night in years. i miss those days and the heat of your chest that erased my fears.

frost

the frost melted on our noses, the icycles vanished slowly as the spring season swept them under the rug of grass and moss. your heart liquified and flooded the pastel-painted room, you drowned the flowers and i went with them. winter season's over, she took the cold-hearted and their lovers with her.

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nani wrote about velvet
“i feel velvet under my fingers, caressing them in ways no one else has. smooth and overpowering at the same time, in the color of blood, and my tired heart i am his and he is mine.”

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