xxxiii. CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?
written: october 13 two thousand 16
posted: october 19 two thousand 16
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i. CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?
i tend to fall apart at the seams just like my favourite sweater. even though i am frayed and used and washed and dried i am still whole i am still great i am still comfortable. i belong, nicely folded, in your drawer.
ii. DID YOU HEAR MY SCREAMS?
when i begged for love to come find me, i begged for it to come at me and turn me inside out. i begged to be stripped of everything i was. i begged for it to turn me into a different version of myself; not better and not worse, but different. i scream at the moon and i scream at the empty space into the oxygen filled air. my throat is raw and my tongue is bleeding. i forgot what it was like to feel.
iii. WHAT'S THAT TASTE?
it's the taste of an i love you about to drip off of my tongue, though i hold it there for as long as i possibly can. it's the taste of his mouth against mine. it's the taste of a burn after realizing much too late that my coffee is scolding hot. it's the taste of euphoria. it's the taste of wanting to quit but knowing that you never could.
iv. CAN YOU KEEP [ANOTHER] SECRET?
i never knew i could love this way. in unconditional tenses and self-less favors and a very open agenda. i knew love was magical and self-less and kind. but i've come to learn that love is also beautiful and tragic and forgiving and blind. love is many things, and even if they are not always perfect and good things, i always find myself running back to love with open arms.
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celestial
Poetry"positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space" because everyone I love, loved, and will ever love does, has, and will fascinate me much like the stars in the sky do.
