it is so funny
how love
can inspire infinite wells of verse
yet render one speechless all the same.
…
more stanzas
in that stunned silence
than these hands
could ever pour forth
in a lifetime.
Tag: writing
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valorous veteran
weathered warrior
steely heart.
such tales to regale
of battles lost,
battles won.
the past: his anchor.
its scars: his Kevlar.
hardened: he fears none.
but prisoner of war,
hold that secret:
yes, bite your tongue.
that one confession
its hated sweetness
he’d sooner taste a gun.
what a taboo,
oh, warrior,
it is to love…
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So many ways to say I love you. I choke on the words. Please, please tell me you can see it in my eyes. Tell me you can feel it in my hands. Tell me you can hear it in my heartbeat when your head’s on my chest.
This strange effect you have on me. I’ve hardened myself to the world… but with you, my gaze softens. You melt the ice in my tone, you make me pour forth warmth I didn’t know existed within me.
There are daggers in my eyes by default. One look at you and they’re lowered.
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I’ve heard of love described as holding cold, austere offices. I think these offices are obscured to the child who longs for a warm embrace.
Life forced you to choose between a fed child and a held child. I don’t blame you for choosing to feed me. I thank you.
I’ve figured out the warmth portion. I think I can hold you myself.
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how can i tell you
my mind is a room
of shattered glass
every thought a step
with bare feet?
it’s like i don’t know any other way:
i only know how to bleed.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 