fingertip lies.

with our hands held tightly
i feel the lie of your fingertips
bleeding into mine. and although
i know the truth i close my eyes
and pretend I feel the real skin
i’d like pressed against my own.

(Source: casuarius)

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You’re like the aurora borealis,
a shape-shifter that rebels against
constancy but you’re beautiful
all the same. I would string the
planets into a necklace for you,
plant a flag on the moon with your
name on it but what does that amount
to now that you’re with him and he gives you
all that you want, all that I wish to give
but can’t because we fit into each other
like two colliding asteroids. But I am glad
to have been a supernova once in your
universe and all I have now are jars of stardust
which I’ll carry with me despite the
heaviness of the fact that stardust
as beautiful as it is still speaks of
the death of a star.
― Lester Tan, Love Letter From An Astronaut  (via danseurs)
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venetian kiss.

i can still see the steps
of the venetian train station
looming behind your head,
ready to tear you from my grasp.

but i remember your hand
gently on the side of my neck

and i wonder if you knew that 
you held all of me in your palm.

you could have taken
me anywhere around the world,

but still my favourite place to stay
would have been between your lips.

(Source: casuarius)

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like an avalanche
you crashed down
hard into my mind,
burying all else;
are the all
which invades 
the town
of all my thoughts.

except i don’t want you
to melt away, unless
you melt to nourish
all other things inside,
and therefore remain
forever, in everything,
here in my thoughts,
and mind.

(Source: casuarius)

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rome has never seemed more beautiful
than now, in the darkness of night as my
arms ache to wrap around your shoulders
so i may bury my head into your chest and
gain comfort from your warmth and gentle
beating heart that would send me to the
sweetest of sleeps, encircled by the smell
of you, and your arms that hold me in return.

(Source: casuarius)

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She ran off into the night with moonlight on her skin

and stars in her hair

she smiled as the crickets greeted her

with chirps

and waved as the owls watched her pass.

she came to a stream

and listened to the song of water

passing through the rocks.

she saw the moon reflecting off

it’s surface

and the stars wrinkled with

the ripples

she fell asleep beside that stream

knowing she was


― Moonlight and Stars by Layla (via lume-fodobrah)
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I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved.
― (via flower-fairies)

(Source: abbycogen)

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do you?

in the dark of night
surrounded by past
ghosts, does your mind

cry out in an all consuming
need to black out?
and does your hand
search the sheets

for a sweet, soft flesh
that is not your own?
only to remember
that i am gone.
and you are gone.
does your stomach 

churn, making you
nauseas, clenching
the knots instead of
clenching my skin;
the way you used to
leave love marks on
my lower back, marking
me as your own.
do you wake in a
sweat, gasping in air,
choking on memories
that won’t leave your dreams.

do you?
or is this just me?

(Source: casuarius)

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i remember how you stared at me
as you were about to exit my car,

silently asking permission to kiss me;
your lips were so soft and your hand
stayed stagnant on my thigh, as though
if you moved it then you would wake
up and it would all have been a dream.

i remember that you used too much
tongue, but i did not care as i gently
massaged it back into your mouth 
and only took how much i wanted.
i always speak of how i kept my hands
in my lap, tightly folded away from you,
away from letting you into my heart -

if i could remember differently, i would
remember my hands gently tracing your
jaw, feeling the stubble which i told you
to please never shave. and i would have
savoured your last touch by encouraging
you to move your stagnant hand over my
guarded heart, feeling it quicken for you.

(Source: casuarius)

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with lies.

i close my hand around the words you wrote
so delicately onto the paper, and now so
rough i crumple them until they dissolved into
cursive that resembles a dr.s scrawl.
your words so beautiful hold a charm in which
i am not yet immune and now i bleed them
into my hand so that i may not look upon
them but only feel them in my palm so
i can know the heat they would cause; a burning
heat but not filled with lust: with lies.

(Source: casuarius)

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How does it feel to be loved?
To have him beckon you over to the couch,
Wrap his arms around you and pull you close to his chest,
Gently play with your hair, and whisper sonnets into your left ear?

How does it feel to be missed?
To have him call you at dawn,
And tell you that he couldn’t sleep until he heard your voice,
Couldn’t close his eyes and dream without you beside him?

How does it feel to be wanted?
To have him lace his fingers through yours,
Pepper your forehead with soft-lipped kisses,
And insist you spend the night intertwined in his sheets?

I wish I could say he had shown me:
How it feels to be loved;
And missed;
And wanted, above every other girl he knew.

But, he is a dream – and I am nothing more than a nightmare,
A bad memory that he shakes from his head,
Each time it appears in the back of his mind,
An unwanted text message from a past lover he never cared for.

― L.G. (via introv-erted)
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night’s mind.

i forbade you from circling
my day dreaming head.
so now you cheat,
taking over my
night’s mind.

(Source: casuarius)

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I hope she kisses you with
the entire universe in her mouth
so that you wake up with
stars on your lips
and a smile that
drips constellations.
― Y.Z (via fuckyeahtxtposts)

(Source: rustyvoices)

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kitty jammies.

sometimes when i am feeling blue
(if i am wearing my jammies)
i look down at my kitty covered shorts
and smile because i remember
that there are cats in the world,
and as long as cats exist
nothing could really be that bad.

(Source: casuarius)

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