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I strung you around my neck,
so that your heart hangs just over mine.
And I carry you with me
everywhere I shall go
never severing the chain
that links my heart to yours
so when the world bears on me
and my heart begins to falter
I press your heart against my chest
and give you a kiss
I carry you with me
everywhere I shall go
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There exists no love
so pure as that of the Wolf
Who lone loves the moon in the sky
The Wolf loves his Moon
Through the hiding day
and through dying night
The Wolf loves only the Moon
Even though he can never ever touch her
will never come to embrace her
The Wolf shall live and die without ever, ever,
even getting closer
This is why the Wolf Howls
Why his life is that of constant undying
the nocturnal pilgrimage
a vigil for a soulmate
a forever bonded love
for her silvery beauty
though he will never get closer
It is the Wolf song
that taught the world yearning
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Another breath,
Exhalted inhalation
of the sweetest scent
burned into my memory
A sensory que to lift my soul
An impression tied
to heart and memory
linking every good feeling back to you
It’s just enough to bring
The screaming burning world to a halt.
please,
If you would only allow me to
Breathe you in
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The notion of it is insane,
yet in its own right so much more promising
than a conventional love
People wither and decay
wound you in their fickle temperament
Capricious in heart
as leaves in the wind.
But words are more by far
absolute
Once they are etched not even
faded stone can erase them
never changing in their tone or feeling
words will never leave you
Never become something they swore
not to become.
What I speak of,
is to love someone
not for their flesh or blood
but for their soulless counterpart
the words they have committed to eternity
But dangers remain
words are free
and can never belong to only you
no monogamy with their scope
words cannot hold you through the night
and perhaps the love they make to you is not the same
But I love you despite this.
For the words you have sewn
as fabric into my heart
an undying bond
unrestricted as what a man or woman could never be—
eternal.
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Show me what you’re hiding
I’m tired of the lying
this fucking flesh
you use to tell me
you love me
you feel me
Give me the truth
past the pulling muscles
the ones that
wrap you around me
bend your lips into smile
tighten around mine
deeper, something real
that is what I want from you
Further past that beating heart
you swear pumps blood
for me
only me
No.
Something genuine solid
not malleable to capricious whim
and an ever-shifting fancy
impossible to eternally placate
I want to see the real you
If you love me
give me your bones
strip away the rest
Something raw and true
I want to love you
for your skeleton
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To love an idea
so much more than a person
is a lonely life, yet,
perhaps less so than
the longing for another
an idea can overwhelmyou
and enrapture you
just as a person may
but disimilar
for an idea
can stay with you always
forever your companion
Truly, the beauty of ideas is the reality you’ll never come to know
that is the death and ruin of what we believe people to be.
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They all leave you in the end
no matter the fondness the hold
They’ll break away
and snap off a piece of you,
as they go
and so on
and so on
It happens again
chip, chipping away at whatever is left
of your soul, your psyche
If all you ever wanted was something to hold on to
you will never have anything
When you learn to appreciate the fleeting moments
strip away grand dreams of eternity
perhaps then a measure of peace
a new found contentment
but know,
nothing will ever truly touch you again.
