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I’d never met a guy so much like home until you came along,
candy floss lips, and fingertips made of bluebells,
When you smiled, I saw  the world in your eyes,
when you cried, I felt the earth crumble beneath my feet
Collarbones shaped like mountains, and legs sculpted into art.
You were hand crafted, skillfully, made to remind me of everything I’d ever loved.

I’d never wanted to meet a guy so much like home until you came along,
Hair softer than flower petals and freckles made of constellations.
When you smiled, I saw the seasons change in your eyes
When you cried, everything went cold and dark
Soft spoken words that hit me like my favourite lullaby, and arms built to take on a storm.
You were hand crafted, carefully, made to remind me of everything I never knew I wanted.

I’d never wanted to keep a guy so much like home until you came along,
Hands like autumn leaves and skin made of clouds.
When you smiled, I saw symphonies playing in your eyes
When you cried, it all fell silent.
Thighs like tree trunks and a heart, bigger than the entire universe.
You were hand crafted, perfectly, made to remind me, I’d never love like this again.

—  A guy made of home is all I will ever want.

#poeticsighs

kiss me over and over;
convince me it’s only
me your lips desire
©ss

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A Clown Listening to Her Beloved

She speaks like lace,

Like sepia, like sunset.

Stir me in that fruit drink,

Where ice chinks against

The crystal glass. I would

Be in her words, on her

Lyric tongue, about her

Pursed, poised, moist lips,

In the pauses in her quips.

I wish she would speak

Right into my ear, right into

Me.

I don’t run anymore. I’m looking for a place to settle down for a while, set down my bags, invest a little time, but mostly thought. I’m looking for a place to let my heart grow roots, and recently I’ve found your mind. So go on love, speak, I want to watch the colors spew from your mouth and don’t be afraid to be bold, you are watering my love, don’t be afraid of drowning these cells, keep going. When they burst you know they are yours, there is no recovery. I’m here, planted in place, I am yours.
—  The Notes In His Jar #13 (via Jaime Ciarletto)

I remember,

We hid under the covers like little children do
Afraid of the dark but in love with the night
Soaked in your breath my eyes searched for you
Listened to you sleep through the change in my tide

I remember,

I hid behind you when I found out what was true
Afraid of the monsters that came alive at night
Soaked in my own sweat I awoke to you
Listened to you tell me that everything will be alright

Now we hide in the darkness of a burning school
Both afraid of the people who awake at night
Soaking in my confusion of what reality means you
I listen to you take her home tonight

Do you remember?

3:21p.m., 7th July 2015

#poeticsighs

when
the soul
is ready,
it’s mate
will appear
©ss

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You said that our friendship meant more to you than petty boys who offered you free booze. You promised that before things got bad, you would cut the ties loose, but look where we are now; struggling to break free from this rope of our differences that is now hanging from our necks in the form of a noose.
Just a homicidal suicide. That’s just what we’ve become because you seek God at the bottom of bottles of Smirnoff, though you admit that you never quite liked the taste, if it brings you any sense of being alive, you’ll down it anyways.
I know you’re secretly seeking death though you try to assure me that you’re just trying to live while you’re alive, but you speak with this integrity that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. I hope you know that while you slowly perform your steady-set suicide, that you’re also murdering those that you’ve chosen to toss aside, including this one, this fuzzy light, that is ever so slowly fading from your life. The one who is too shocked to avert their weary, wary eyes, so they watch as a helpless ghost from the sidelines.
You told me that the drugs and the heartless boys were just a distraction from the realities of life, that they meant nothing to you. But now you prefer them to me, and now we rarely speak, because you’re too busy inhaling smoke and downing booze.
—  Dear Sarah, 7/7/15

#poeticsighs

as promised, he was waiting to receive me as i exited the day’s last train

as expected, he resembled the half photograph, the one i treasured so deeply…

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read more here:

https://sableswan.wordpress.com/2015/07/07/as-imagined/

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i used to remember how
the sun felt against my face.
i knew the rush of the wind
in my hair better than anything.
i was a cloud dancer, a fever dream.
but i fell so long ago that i am
reluctantly calling the prison of
this world home. not much can
bring me back to the old memories,
but kissing you is like tasting the sky.
—  the sky // auriel haack

#poeticsighs

i
want
to
touch
the
heart
of the
one
who
owns
mine
©ss

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