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Sometimes love is just
Wilting flowers
On a gravestone
Mistaken for a promise.
We give dying things to those
Whose mortality is most
Apparent,
Whose death is most feared
Or perhaps
Most imminent.
Maybe you just were warning me that
Our love was withering
Inevitably.
Wilting flowers
On a gravestone
Mistaken for a promise.
We give dying things to those
Whose mortality is most
Apparent,
Whose death is most feared
Or perhaps
Most imminent.
Maybe you just were warning me that
Our love was withering
Inevitably.
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look at the mirror and fall in love at first sight
give yourself a flower
and wear your favorite
sweater
sit in a nice, quiet
little coffee shop
and meet yourself
with that first sip
of warmth
and a smile.
in the afternoon,
walk to the nearest park
and hold your hands
together
as if in a prayer
like a lover's dream,
be sweet to yourself
for once.
let the kid with the waffle cone
and his mother
stare at you for 45 seconds
while you feed the birds
hang those insecurities
by the door
or tuck them away
somewhere
in your cabinets
or drawers-
just take them off
today,
pick a hot red dress
and buy yourself
a drink for two
tonight,
mirror at one end
of the table
and your love
at the other.
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how to love someone
I grow distraught at the thought
that my words will turn cloy
under the weight of the waterfall
imbued with my saccharine sentences;
as my feelings cascade like a velveteen curtain,
the ineffable emotions cover you like a coat-
they continue to fervently flow,
and become foamy pearls and pebbles
pooling by your feet
I know these waves of water
won’t steal the breath from your lungs,
but rather fill the riverine veins
traveling towards the tributary
of your awaiting heart,
and for this-
I’d rather drown you in affection,
than have a drought.
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hands together when i kneel
i may not be much
but swear to christ i'll level you.
cut your teeth on me
and drink devil tongue
when we kiss.
unsettle your desperate itch
and lace your ligaments;
i will swallow you
within an inch
and own it.
i'll be bearing mary
up until the twist,
then rectify my wandering eye
with touch
of lips.
locked, you exist
to please me.
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Thanks for reading<3
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all that withers is not love 
and those that wither when claim to (be love), stands with pride in garden of fancy flowers 
Qita
and those that wither when claim to (be love), stands with pride in garden of fancy flowers Qita