I lie here
on the darkened patch
of earth
feeling its hum
penetrate my bones
I'm an offering to the night
My skin exposed
within the
cooling of the air
My eyes trace each star
hoping to see a reflection
But all I catch are more
wishes
The ones I make when I'm alone
and I think of you
My Moon mother
watches over my
milky form
as my hand
reaches for
tufts of grass
to hold on to
to stop myself
from falling apart
My need is real
as real as my
bleeding heart
that longs to
be against
his own
A shudder runs
through me
I'm alive
I know because
I ache
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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
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"how was ur day?" "how are u?" "i missed u today" "call me when u get home" "im proud of you"
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My sword is dipped in the blood of the past
now turns to rust in the present
Do you see her, this woman
in the red reflection?
The stains on my hands
are from this life
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