oliviacolomar

i am a beautiful bout of stars and sky compiled into a confounded heart, left reasonless in the dark so many times hold me gently, like you promise now, when we finally form a union, beautiful motion scrubbing off the dirt and rinsing off my feet hear me, my tired soul hear me forgiving the unkind parts of me and respecting my needs, recognizing the demon’s sins seeing my ardent potential chaining up my loose lead mind promising a golden future for no one else but me

the idea of intricacy; spent on cyber moments, tokens of human intimacy you possess the same cog turning mind that frequently spins my world, flips it upside down, my insides out fragility and barren roots on display

it remains and stays so tumultuous and ugly i want out of this life that i shed my skin for

in the crescent of empty geography, moonlight beckons, becomes one with voices of the past reflection of their faces in the pond, indefensible. your own? sometimes, even worse, even wetter forgiveness is an assault, an overrated hymn with no resolve. there are no blind eyes during this time, no shrouds or masks to hide behind. madness eats the hearts of the pure, at the source of the enchantment, all these ghosts spawn from the same plane you call home, so everyone will die in this sinful cesspool