things you should know about me

i am hopelessly in love with the irony of things and the melodramatics of this world.
i am hopelessly in love with metaphorical ideas and personified literature.
i am hopelessly in love with 3 AM thoughts, engulfing me whole.
i am hopelessly in love with the hopefulness that I hear love brings.
i am hopelessly in love with the hollow ache that accompanies my lust for nostalgia.

i am in love with mythology, folklore, and theories of an alternate universe.
i am in love with thoughts, ideas and expressions.
i am in love with raspy tunes and morbid lyrics.
i am in love with overly optimistic Pinterest boards and overly pessimistic Tumblr posts.
i am in love with flower fields, starry skies, and ember red horizons.

i am a sailor lost in a sea of melancholy.
i attempt to ride the waves back to shore, but its tender arms ceases to carry me home.

i am a rusted silver dime in a jar of polished golden coins, for I will never truly know where I belong.

i am the song that sad people cannot write and the poetry that lovers cannot construct.

i am one of you.

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who am i?

a somber black rose embroidered with melancholic thorns, shuddering under the daunting touch of the other reds, dispersed like the waves of a scarlet ocean swaying in perfect unison to the howling wind all rights reserved

collision

i dream of collision; two separate worlds intertwining, terrestrial bodies shifting to occupy a void. i dream of collision; the coming together of two abstracts, divergent forces exhaling in harmony, melancholic lips tracing the hems of a ballad. i dream of collision, the unification of lonely souls; brought together like long lost lovers, fingers interlocking as twilight breaks. i dream of collision; hope- hope that one day, our skies will align, and out loves will unite. all rights reserved

umasking invitaiton

a glare in the mirror, a diamond in the rough; a glimmer in the dark, fake smiles aren't enough. an arcade fire with enclosed flames, a distorted smile with a euphoric frame. coming-of-age novels and emboldening quotes, highlighted resolutions in a stranger's anecdote. a deer in the headlights, it is death man pursues. the fireflies in your stomach, darling, they get scared too. delicate knuckles are not meant for punching walls. parched lips do not indulge alcohol. acidic raindrops fall from eyes, integuments should not the crimson compromised. the tobacco cigar between your fingers, is no haven for when desolation lingers. if love is just a game, what fragile hope it must proclaim. if it is a mask you wear, independently, the pain you must bear. when fear shelters your disguise, self loathe will leave you bitterly mesmerized. and if - a monotonous chant in your head - those incessant slanders, incompetence it will spread. but be warned, the devil is a ...

thus, with a kiss

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