i take pills at night and wake up with a heart that wants to keep on breaking

each day it makes gilded cages in my digital space , governs my brain - psychic and physical manifestations of fears show up i question the varying array of stories that pop up like voids begging to be filled with icepick shrapnels piercing into the tender raw heart of my body : bitter , scarce , soured with grief .

sunshine illuminates this wound and like a crab being shelled my heart becomes heavy as i make coffee in the morning .

apple cinnamon toast for breakfast , and a slight bitter aftertaste as my taste buds rearrange .

my touch , your touch . dizzying daydreams . i have to love you from afar and i carry that with me everyday .

aphrodite hear my prayer , i want to be hurt again .

lakshmi , teach me how to love again .

kali maa . protect this heart of mine .

a little sunshine after the rain , so kissing feels better after the pain

sweet mingling of tongues and lips , desire haunting and lingering like it never left .

pauses . eye contact .

i’m losing it again .

desire and grief .

what am i without them ?

i am a heart that wants to keep on loving , beating outside , inside the caverns of where beasts live , where wells run cold dry and empty .

i want to love you, all of you , more and more until its suffocating , consuming and my appetite is lifted in transcendental pleasure. i want to blur lines , kiss your grief in to and outside of my flesh . i’m yours . mind body and soul

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