Jealousy
You slit the basin of your heart
and pour it into the vessel of
sacrifice;
only to bleed once more.
Pain will not induce my love
and neither will the eulogy you have carved
into your bones.
My heart is foreign, distant,
and does not pump blood
only to be possessed by
jealousy and
bitter loss.
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High Tide
Frivolous fervor,
you speak of love
but this indigenous
reverence,
this pistol of
charcoal lust;
engulfs the sea
and swallows the land.
I vow to the full moon,
the depths of blue
and crashing water
that this tide
will pass.
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+Your scars are not signs of failure, they’re a reminder of where you were and how far you’ve come.
You only like me cause I’m broken.
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