Exiled is a journey into the shadows of the mind, where desire and despair collide in raw verses. These poems pulse with darkness, drawing inspiration from the depths of depression, exploring the seductive allure of pain, and the irresistible pull o...
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Stitched, You-and-I
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You. You love me with your lips stitched shut. You love the way I listen to you, whenever you teach me silence, when you place your sweet sighs across my mouth and cradle my body in a dark corner where I can breathe you in from afar. That love which speaks through your eyes, tilted just an inch away from mine. While the rest of the world can easily put those feelings into words, you remain calm and modest amidst your unspoken flames of emotion— those that drift like smoke from a smile or a glance that carouses in that place within me where other lovers can never visit.
You, who don't speak, but listen.
I. I love you with ears tuned only to the unheard. I love the kind of love you rarely confess, through the smallest actions done by your greatest strength— even those cruel ones hidden in your depths, the ones I may never know, and you may never let me. But if you do let me, and I come to know, let me bury it deep, like a tiny seed that will rise from the dirt as a lovely white rose. For even if you don't speak, I will always hear you, through the whispers of the cold wind that brushes and warms the fringes of my hair. I will listen to you in ways no other lover ever will.
I, who don't speak, but listen.
But if this love must vanish into total darkness, drowned in the noisy revolts that sin has cast, or if the world turns the tables and our memories must lie, remember— as long as there is you and I, you will be the Earth beneath my feet, holding all that is dear in my life, and I will live and be nourished by you, as our silence grows and grows into forever.
