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“I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.”
― The Calligraphy of God: A Collection of Love Poems
― The Calligraphy of God: A Collection of Love Poems
“If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a simple brooch
so I may rest a while against your chest.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a forgotten coin
so I may rest a while against your thigh.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be an unlit cigarette
so I may rest a while in between your lips.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me at least remain in these words
so I may rest a while in your thoughts.”
―
then let me be a simple brooch
so I may rest a while against your chest.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a forgotten coin
so I may rest a while against your thigh.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be an unlit cigarette
so I may rest a while in between your lips.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me at least remain in these words
so I may rest a while in your thoughts.”
―
“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.”
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“The first time I heard you laugh,
I only wanted to say funny things
so you would always be laughing.
You know what happens to chocolate
when you leave it out in the sun?
I’m that unfortunate chocolate
and you, you are the laughing sun.
For this reason, I am offering myself to you
not as a martyr or some selfless fool,
but as a self-indulgent moth
who actively pursues the light
without much fear for the flame.
The moth who revels in the heat
and declares:
Burn me.”
―
I only wanted to say funny things
so you would always be laughing.
You know what happens to chocolate
when you leave it out in the sun?
I’m that unfortunate chocolate
and you, you are the laughing sun.
For this reason, I am offering myself to you
not as a martyr or some selfless fool,
but as a self-indulgent moth
who actively pursues the light
without much fear for the flame.
The moth who revels in the heat
and declares:
Burn me.”
―
“NIGHT TIME PASSIONS
My tongue remembers your name.
It whispers it to itself
at night, thinking I am asleep,
not realising its linguistic dance
is keeping me from slumber.
My tongue remembers your taste too,
but keeps those wet memories
to itself,
no matter how much I ask.”
― The Madness of Qwerty
My tongue remembers your name.
It whispers it to itself
at night, thinking I am asleep,
not realising its linguistic dance
is keeping me from slumber.
My tongue remembers your taste too,
but keeps those wet memories
to itself,
no matter how much I ask.”
― The Madness of Qwerty
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