I Want To Kiss Your Forehead And Whisper Sweet Nothings To It.
I want to kiss your forehead and whisper sweet nothings to it.
Thank you for being the door to him.
For containing him, and keeping him safe.
Thank you for your folds and creases, that contain pages of his pleasure, pain and ponderance.
Thank for always being so supple yet strong.
The least I can do to show my gratitude is knock politely and leave my gifts by your doorstep.
- HB
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I'm too scared to know you again.
I'm scared that if you meet me, you will destroy him.
You'll turn him to stone;
the version of you that lives in my mind still...
I avoid meeting your eye because I know
I just know
that you'll wrap your hands around my throat
just so he can't breathe anymore.
But I've kept him.
He's mine.
He's alive
and so am I.
I water his grave and sing him songs that you despise. I laugh at his jokes because you don't make them anymore.
You look at me like I'm dirt.
You once thought I was gold.
You and him are not the same.
What
happened
to
you?
- HB
Sometimes I dream of running away.
I hold your hand as we sprint; dashing through a field of purple wildflowers and barley so golden, it glitters and shimmers under the graceful sun.
We laugh and so do the birds, twittering into the sunset air.
My love, I would run with you forever;
I would run to a place far far away. A place where no pain and suffering could ever reach our beautifully battered souls.
I would run to the edge of the world and jump
if
it
meant
holding
your
hand.
And when it gets dark, we chase fireworks.
Embers of passion.
Flames of lust.
reaching towards the ever expanding skyline.
- HB
Tae-Tae the Ray-Ray of sunnnn
⭒₊ ⊹🌕𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷₊ ⊹⭒
A haze of forgotten passion and fury will hang, and reawaken when I find you again in my future.
I can't wait to meet you, my love.
Even if you are me, but wiser.
-HB
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