you know you mean so much to meyou're my heartmy lightmy starbut in text these words are emptythey are coldand no matter how hard I tryI cannot breathe my love into themhot enough so that you can feel
close your eyes for meand imagine us by a fireit glows and flickers but never waneslisten, listenthis is me for youendlessly smolderinghopelessly burningpowerful and wild and rooted in life
I love youyesI love you
and as sharp as the whip-crack of daybreakI feel the pain of wanting yousweet, bittersweet, bitter, sweetover and over and over once moreI ask, I pray, I breathe and breathehold me tightkeep me close
I love you
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Ashley Meghan
I love apples and poetry.
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your words pierce meetch themselves into my skinleaving purple-black bruisesthat only we can see it's tender here in my hearthere where the sharpness of your tonguehas plunged in deepshattered and shreddedthen tried to sweetly mend mesaliva dripping, thick like salvelies
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