they say you cannot love someone else if you don't learn how to love yourself first. it is a lie and i am the witness. I could hardly stand to look at myself when i loved you in a way that burnt a revolution into your blood. your willing sacrificial lamb, unyielding at the caress of your touch on my brown wool or the cold kiss of your blade. My love is the evidence, to be strong enough to be left standing after the war your hatred waged.
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For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormalA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.
