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I'm a vessel for your desire
Behind these hollow blue eyes lays a hunger
A chameleonic, sociopathic hunger
I want to slake my eternal thirst with the waters of your soul
Pull you deeper and deeper in until you can't claw your way out.
I'm charming for a living, an easy smile rests on my face to lure you in
A warm glow in the inky blackness, distracting you from the teeth just behind it.
My silver tongue gets you loosened up before finding what you like, what you are.
I'm whoever you want me to be, the person you've always been waiting for.
By then it's too late.
I drink from you until the well is dry.
Get what I want and then I keep drinking.
Keep going till your marrow runs dry and your lips chap and bleed.
Only then do I stop.
I wait for you to be fundamentally changed by me, forever marred.
Then I burn my bridge with a warm, comforting smile and leave your life forever.
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Lost doesn't begin to describe how it feels without you.
A ship stuck in a tempest, never to return to her homeland, struck by a bolt of lightning and set ablaze.
The gulls that trail behind it realising for the first time that there's no hope of reaching land.
I smell you on my fingers, on my pillow, deep within the recesses of my mind, you knock around and brush by me, a ghost of a presence.
A memory that I still mourn.
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little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔
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Alexander McQueen: "Jawbone" Spring/Summer (1998)
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I find myself sitting listelessy at the precipice of my life
And watching my future slink away like the last of the golden light into the rafters
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I watch her as she sleeps sometimes
It brings me peace knowing she's still alive
Slow breaths in and out
She always cries when Fade into you or goodbye Mr blue plays.
Sometimes the tears are silent and run down her cheeks with grace
Other times her shoulders wrack up and down as she sobs heavily.
She's never sure which it's going to be.
She dances everywhere she goes, a ballerina with a tempo I've never been able to know
Sometimes she's dances gracefully
Other times her body gets in the way of her
She hates any movie where it gets too tense.
When the character’s amazing rise tips over to their inevitable fall
she clicks off the TV and tries to imagine them happy.
Getting what they want and then leaving before it goes wrong.
Sometimes, I catch her reading a book and mimicking the expressions of the characters within.
She often notices me laughing and smiles a small smile of embarrassment
Her cheeks go flush when she's emotional and she cries in the same way she laughs.
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My dad showed up in my dream last night.
We were in my local corner store buying too many granadilla paddle pops and laughing with the cashier who's name I still don't know.
He was a comforting presence within a slow burn of a nightmare.
I'm happy about it actually, since he's died his presence in my dreams has changed.
He used to be a foreboding presence, so all encompassing and scary that I couldn't process anything around myself but him and my fear.
He would loom over me and make me feel small, a frail bird who couldn't survive without him and who should feel worth less because of that.
Now he's gone and I'm no longer as fearful.
He was a comfort, a friend who I hadn't seen in a long time, we were laughing and sharing an inside joke.
We've never had an inside joke when he was alive, I don't know what the joke was about in my dream but I'm glad we have one now.
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