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Crazy
You whisper
teasingly
into my ear
And I suppose
I am.
Crazy to have
fallen so
hopelessly
and given my
all to
you.
Crazy to have
trusted you
with my whole
heart
knowing that
you would rip
it all to
shreds.
Crazy, darling
You whispered
tenderly
into the air
your words caressing me
gently
lullabies embracing my soul.
And I surrendered my all.
My heart, I bared.
Crazy fool,
I whispered back
and fell giddily
into your smile.
Crazy
Yes. Insane.
You whisper
teasingly
into my ear
And I suppose
I am.
Crazy to have
fallen so
hopelessly
and given my
all to
you.
Crazy to have
trusted you
with my whole
heart
knowing that
you would rip
it all to
shreds.
Crazy, darling
You whispered
tenderly
into the air
your words caressing me
gently
lullabies embracing my soul.
And I surrendered my all.
My heart, I bared.
Crazy fool,
I whispered back
and fell giddily
into your smile.
Crazy
Yes. Insane.
Literature
Lies
Do you lie in your sleep?
When you exhale, do the lies just tumble out?
Does a lie always inhabit the tip of your tongue?
Ready to run free at a moment’s notice?
Because it seems all I hear from you lately
Are lies
Lie after lie
Do you even know you’re telling them?
Or do you mean what you say in the moment and later contemplate on your words and decide otherwise?
Do you care that you hurt me?
With every word cutting deeper into the tough skin I thought I had formed
But then you come with your charm and your knife
And you cut
And cut
I don’t even notice the bleeding, lost in your eyes
Until you’re gone
Then I notice
Literature
Grow again
Everything was grey. The sand, the hills, the sky. There was no life here. Or so it seemed. Because in between the dust-colored lifeless cacti, smoke was billowing from a small, concrete house. But smoke had to come from fire. And fire isn't colorless.
Fire can't be colorless. Moreover, to make fire you'd need wood or another flammable material, and there was none to be found outside the City.
The door of the house opened and a woman walked out. She was tall, with long ash-blonde hair held back in a ponytail, and she wore a denim overall and grey boots. Whether they were actually grey or if it was the dust that had made them so, was unclear
Literature
Distance multiplies
Lonely nights spent listening to your breathing, but you are far away dearest,
Are we connected only by a thread of zero’s and one’s?
Like fingers, a never ending link that we bind our love around
It can be quite tiresome to live like this, but…
I wouldn’t have it any other way my love, as I take your sleeping hand in mine
We couldn’t have it any other way
Fingers type and tap and pester, inscribing thoughts of feelings onto our skin,
There’s never enough time, and always enough time,
To be strong
To su
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