it seems my love has brought me
sweet apricots and peach.
i'd like to think the world would find agreeable
that its bitter sweet accentuates life
the way one's soul is built upon the foundation of trauma and glee.
love does that to you;
it hurts you and breaks you
all in the promise of great glory.
makes you think and wonder
why do i do this to myself for the promise of nothing but uncertainty.
but when you feel the warmth of his open palm against your pinkened cheek,
turning you to look him in the eyes,
oh, those gorgeous eyes,
it is no wonder why i would fall for the trap of promised uncertainty
every God damned time.
because now i fall willingly,
awaiting the warmth of his palms to grace my cheeks again
while i take another bite of my sweet apricot and peach.
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Excerpts Vol.1
AléatoireAn assortment of creative literature I've found myself writing in my confined space of 4 walls and a desk, all tucked away in this little nook. From poems to dramatics to entire chapters as though they were ripped out of a novel. Here are excerpts...
