wiltednachos

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you live in a house of god; praying on your knees; and wonder why he never saves you.

on being unloved by god

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I have a confession to make.

I keep on trying to find you in everything. The sense of home. The remains of what ifs. A jarring reality that i don't remember anything now. How you smelled. What was your eye color like? The only memory remains through the song: our song. I was on the train today when my music player suddenly decided to play our song. Memories didn't come back, but a dull pain did. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? I don't know.

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Auguste Rodin - Eternal Springtime, 1884

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He doesn't know my real name, and his eyes keep moving to something else. They never stay , and i dont think i want them to. But do i?

I'm in my warm bed, and his laugh still echoes.

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"Being in love and apart hurts in a pleasant way when your lover is waiting for you at home. When she's made the choice to let you go, love feels more like a knife you can't get out of your chest. Sometimes you forget it's there, but it will remind you with a sudden twist. And your gut will wrench, and your eyes will mist over, and you'll wake in a cold sweat and reach for her to take the pain away only to realise that she's not there, and she put the knife there in the first place and you loved her too much to do anything but let her pretty little manicured hand drive the blade into you as she cried and assured you "I have to do it, love". After a while the stabbing turns to an ever-present aching, one that reminds you that at least you loved, maybe you can do it again one day, but not until you prefer the numbness of solitude to the feeling of that damn knife in your chest, because it hurts, but it reminds you she was there."

from a letter he wrote to me from across the pond

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Alive through nine circles

On Avalon’s banks I tossed sword and shield In genuflection of my own Persephone Whose bright white fingers engulfed my face; A piercing light to break my cornucopia heart Open, at last. Did I then jabber, or were my words coherent As timeless truths did spill? I do wonder, still. All I remember is tumbling down nine circles, And that no version of hell could terrorise me, For I fell in undying fascination, As long as she held me, my own Persephone.

— 31-8-2022, M.A. Tempels ©

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Antonio Canova (1757-1822) – Aphrodite et Adonis

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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

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I will drive off this cliff with your memories. My death will immortalize you.

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I don't want to swim on the surface anymore and I never want to pretend again that I know you completely. Let me dive deep inside you, take me in and allow me to look into your

secrets, make me feel every breath I take and crave for it more . Carry me to your darker side where you are afraid to allow

anyone. Pull me deep inside and make me one of your secrets.

— Akshay Vasu

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I have shards for heart and pain for brain and loneliness for mouth. The only hymn I can chant is you. You, you, you. I am broken.

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I have been trying to reach you all night. In my heart is a boulder only you can fill. But i lost you. I lost you.

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Every night

Every night i dream of being with you together. I regret not chasing you while you begged to be chased. I wish we had more time. I beg you. i beg you to return.

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Maybe fate will bring us together. I am tired of breathing without you.

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For once I'd like to not fucking remember you in every fucking romance scene that I come across. I am tired. I am tired.

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