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polarisLove is a physical pain, an aching so intense your body grows to crave it, like a drug.. toxic and slowly eating away at the fragile soul. Falling in love is like falling into death: head first, perilous and terrifying.
And I love her, this not-so-gentle girl with her wild red hair.. like summer kissing autumn's ten-thousand colors.. But despite her endless curiosity, splashes of bitter-sweet violence, music that flowed from any brush she held and gave life to blank canvases She did not want to paint me in her colors.
With my curves and unfortunately round chest, I was not her blond guardian. Her whimsical ever-present flop of hair, w
jarsI am red ink
you are arrows
and futures, with filled jars in them
I am a small breath in the dark,
space to fill and be overlooked
I'm no ones
this is okay.
I imagine mornings for you,
and songs unwritten..
poems yet unthought of
you are valentines days and
red roses and sweet things,
and perhaps someday
I will turn and peer into a coffee shop
perhaps you'll have painted hands
but I will weep then,
for unfolded paper
and unfilled jars
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