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[veejovee]

lover

[veejovee]

some boys should take note that not all of the girls were a product of aphrodite's eyelashes some were made out of the prints of hera's curses and athena's war. before you claim that you take women's breath you must remember how circe the goddess of magic turned men into her clowns. some boys touched more cigarretes than thighs yet they'll tell you that they're wilder than zeus. some boys will tell you they're hades (i don't know why some girls like hades); but sorry boy, i don't like incest and i'm not a fan of falling in love with my abductor. i bet you never know but my teeth has a tattoo that says "i'm not persephone" (try to find someone new who's willing to go with you in hell, sad boy).

you'll never believe me when i say that i witnessed too many heartbreak that i'd rather break bones right now.

[veejovee]

to whom it may concern,

last night i cried and drank my tears expecting to taste the redlove apple that's clinging on your lower lip. i excreted the synthesis of regrets and prevaricated love stories. i'm sorry if my true poetry was hidden behind the lines of my sanitary pads, i'm sorry if the metaphors i used were the same materials to create my brassiere, i'm sorry if i didn't tell you that i bleed blood more than i bleed words; this is not just an apology but a mixture of poetry and i miss you.

don't you think we can beat romeo and juliet if i'm romeo?

from,

juliet

[veejovee]

i think sometimes

my friend laughs at me

for wishing

that you'll come back.

"isn't it a little childish?

you want someone

to come back when

you're the one who

pushed him away".

[veejovee]

wishing to the falling star seems to be a worn-out belief. why would people wish to the light made of a million cosmic dust? but, I wonder do stars make their wishes to the fallen lovers? (they are made of broken promises, vows and a mixture of tragedy and melodrama scent)...so maybe no.

[veejovee]

The inside of a woman's uterus is full of verses that you'll forget your name. stop telling me that a woman's fallopian tube is only the meeting place of a sperm and an egg cell because metaphors and punctuations develop there to create poetry.

[veejovee]

To tell you the truth I think my existence is just a dream and maybe death can wake me up and when I did I'll wake up seeing my face in the distort, with no colors, and face upside down. Maybe this is just a dream and what scares us is the reality. .