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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() i. the silent night moonlight from windows illuminated fingerprints painted blood-stained glass casting shadows intertwined on the white concrete wall her dark silhouette i can’t erase stone-paved road under the bleeding soles of my bare feet left a trail as red as her lipstick leading to where quiet skies kissed the drunk waves of the sapphire ocean under a whisper my fingertips burst into flames
soft ripples of vacant waters intoxicated oceans of longing as cold as her divine beauty chiseled from ice yet it was her who saw through my absence starlit depths of her shadow my empty body dissolving in cold waves crystals break for her i’d disappear dreaming in these waters as i drown myself in life ii. the longest night to see with your eyes closed beneath the calm surface oceans painted by moonlight a glistening darkness so blue as if insanity was a paradise uncovering the deep scars in my colorblind eyes where i once carved her ethereal beauty breathlessly with the silent sharpness of nights i had dreamed of her and the nights i couldn’t to listen in the unquiet silence white edges of blue waves where the waters once kissed the roughness of the cliffside decaying alone in any lifetime listen to the beat of my heart slowing down in endless pain and with last breaths i whisper her tongue-piercing name until hollowness has lost its meaning my reflection on the waves trying to find my broken self iii. (the) last night drunk moonlight, clear blue waves, i went insane, her beauty, the edge of a sharp knife, cut through veins slitting my heart wide open, for her i’d drown myself, in any lifetimes, if i could i’d never let her down. blades of rain, city lights, a window with a broken lock, cold mists, like pearls shattering on soaked asphalt, break my bloodstream into rivers, cotton candy clouds, illicit dreams i'll fall to her as rain in another life lighthouse faded in the distance, letters in perfume bottles, torn by waves the handwritten sonnets, ice blue waters, hollow seashells, gentle waves they cut so deep, in moonlight, i asked for one last chance quiet nights, fading lights, wanting her, the pain tasted sweet enough for my heart to dissolve in rain i dream about her, while i stand in these waves, in this suffering, the only heaven i dare to crave Comments are closed.
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