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Till death do us part


even after death I will make flowers sprout from my skeleton for you, a perennial, my bones acting as roots, the winters won't kill what blooms from me for you.

Versey

Second


I was always put second. not last last means no effort, and no effort is too easy for you. second means you counted. second means I watched. second means you thought of me. and still chose me after.

Versey

Moth to a Flame


a moth to a flame, you say my name and I turn. you call it love, this burning. but you were never the fire, only the hand above it tilting the candle, letting wax fall where I stood. and now beneath you, I harden not ash, but something buried, fossilized in what ...Read more →

Versey

☾ The midnight poem
by Versey · resurfaced from 58d ago
I almost got pushed, your hand was there to catch me, and I learned what gravity feels like when something chooses to hold you
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Orbit


in the depths of your eyes, I lose touch with the dark thoughts in my mind. to stare at a cosmos so close, to be pulled into the singularity of your deep umber eyes that is what I intend to do. like stardust I found myself circling, pulling my soul in a drunken orbit

Versey

Soil


I planted my heart in soil that does not birth life, watered it with every glance you almost returned, and still I knelt there, waiting for something to break the surface not knowing if you are the sun, or just a passing light I mistook for warmth…

Versey

❦ Classic of the week
John Keats · 1819
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night…
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All in vain


Oh hideous unmerciful pain I could run into a drain And pour out into the rain As the clouds settle I pray to the train Run over me and leave no stain

Ivy

I need sleep


Starry night. Your memory burns like noon. I can’t sleep through the light. You need to leave soon

Versey

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Yearning for you


Wanna sink into your embrace Like evaporating droplets of water Wanna sigh so hard For all the days and nights I craved your presence more than ever Wanna sink deep into your chest And fall asleep into your melodious heart Wanna breath you inside of me Until every cell in my body Remembers you in by every atom Every molecule and every single ounce of your being Wanna bloom into a briar rose In your wilderness ...Read more →

Ivy

Ode to the painted warrior ♥️


~ Hear my plea Painted warrior of the northern hills Autumn leaves brushes over the crispy winds I yearn for you Brave soul of turquoise waters & the turtle tribal lands I adore the presence of yours Like the lady wolf howls at the distant moon A touch ignite the flames Under the ashes and dust A gaze that breaths life To the barren lands ...Read more →

Ivy

You're my light


it was thy love that kept my lantern lit, thy warmth that carried me through these cryptic nights, when the dark pressed close and I had no candle of my own, thou wert the flame I borrowed, and by thee I found my way to morning.

Versey

Wait


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Should you vanish Hear me — from the ashes of our love, I penetrate the shroud of smoke, grasping for what you may abandon I never meant to lose you, to the emptiness between us. I don't give up that easily. You are someone I care about deeply. ...Read more →

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Six Years Of Depletion


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Six years— inscribe it love, inscribe it labour, inscribe it karmic debt, paid in full — Irreversible, psychological, emotional damage. Depreciated to naught. She battled to reconstruct from ruins, which was engineered to collapse, while he branded control commitment and authority care. ...Read more →

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