euphoric dreams

The water sprays down
hitting my face,
but I do not care anymore.

I embrace his touch
and close my eyes
facing the relentless water.

My arms somehow fit perfectly around his waist 
(have they always?)
And I trace my fingers down his back, 
reading unspoken words.

Droplets form on the cold window,
separating the steamy atmosphere
from the chilly mountain breeze.
Drops burst in silence,
veinous streams pregnant with emotions.

Outside,
the sky is black,
with the breathing of a sleeping world.

Is it midnight? 
Four in the morning? Six, perhaps?
It is impossible to fathom,
for our sleep patterns are so fucked up
just like everything else.

The shitty showerhead starts screaming again
(the water pressure is low),
And my gaze snaps back,
from the dark world
to his pale face:
white with soapy suds.

He leans his face under the water,
and I lean too, halfway:
Meeting his lips under the fall.

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Cigarette Smoke

I listen to the sounds of the metal knife
scraping butter across your slightly burnt toast.

I am instantly taken back
and reminded of a time:
When Max
blew cigarette smoke upon my unstained face.
Now we are the ones standing on separate bridges,
facing opposite directions
and chuckling with the wind.

The current flows steadily but swiftly,
and we are going our separate ways
Though the waves keep us connected
and very much involved in each other’s affairs.

I hope the best for him,
and I see he is doing just that.

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Months come and go:

We sit together in the morning sipping our coffees
in my car finding adventure
on the cold mountain top
in the warm bath sipping beers
on the couch when the world is asleep
at night holding each other.

I watch your moonlit mouth 
sing softly to me.

And like rain,
I fell for you.

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rendezvouswithwords:

You’re a warm Tiger
Look into my soul
With your set of pale emeralds
transparent in the light.

I love the look in your eyes,
and the crook of your arm;
the way you helped me breathe,
my soul back into me.

And I’ve been wondering:
the exact shade of your hair
Ashen maple?
Or mahogany that’s…

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Tiger

You’re a warm Tiger
Look into my soul
With your set of pale emeralds
transparent in the light.

I love the look in your eyes,
and the crook of your arm;
the way you helped me breathe,
my soul back into me.

And I’ve been wondering:
the exact shade of your hair
Ashen maple?
Or mahogany that’s lost its color?

But you, Tiger:
You are gold.
A drop of synergy
fallen from the stars.

With you the sunlight pours
on the rainiest days.
Like a break in the clouds.
Bringing the light out.

And you, Tiger:
You have dark stripes.
How do your days end?
I will be your starlight.

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missangiehong:

the end of a chapter
but here’s to a new one
with my car and I

ready for roadtrips
but you are here too
riding in the passenger seat

my car is my lifeline
but so are you
I cannot lose either.

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missangiehong:

I tried hopelessly
to swim to the surface
fighting the currents
dragging me under.

In fact,
I am still fighting.
As I write this.
But I have met someone.
And I am happy.

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I love that look in your eyes
and the crook of your arm

the way you helped me breathe
my soul back into me.

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Leaking from the next room
are melodies dropping from your guitar
the one with mother-of-pearl frets
and also deep mahogany wood
—not quite as beautiful as your voice

the notes drift into my dreams

there is a still in the air
as your gentle lips kiss me good morning
the sun’s rays are tossed and spilled
onto the sea of blankets

your gently tousled hair (almost ashen)
and your faded green eyes
—they speak to me a thousand truths

too much for me to handle

as I watch the crinkles around your eyes
and the delicate hairs on your arm
light up into golden fields
—how many years have passed?

four? ten? sixty?
How old is your soul?

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Iceberg Tip

I love you because of who you are. I love you because you have a kind heart and a peaceful soul. A demeanor worthy of admiration, and a character brimming with integrity. I love you because you give me belief in all things I do, and hope for the future. I am in love with your mind and its thoughts, your loving heart,and your clever wit. I love the way your perfect eyelashes flutter when you blink, and the depth I see in your hazel eyes. This is only the iceberg tip of the reasons why I love you. And to think, it has only been the iceberg tip of our future together.

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Anonymous: hi

Hello :)

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I don’t think a soulmate has to be your lover

It could be a sibling or a friend. Or a stranger. It could be somebody you’ve known all your life but never actually known them. It could be somebody you once exchanged glances with on the sidewalk, and then walked away forever. 

You don’t even have to have everything in common, or be the same age, or be brought up the same way. It’s just somebody who connects with you. Your minds are as good as one. And you won’t even believe it until it happens to you. That’s the moment when you realize without a doubt: “This person is my soulmate.” It is as if you were missing a piece of you for an entire lifetime. But you never even realized what you didn’t have until now.

And that’s when you fall in love. Not necessarily a romantic, sexual, fiery love. It could be platonic. It could be anything. But it is real love that lasts.

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He calls me his dark-haired angel

I hear the raindrops throwing themselves
against the matte black asphalt outside my window.
It turns blacker than black.
Suicide captured in glassy puddles.

My black bergamot tea is turning cold.
I try to sip it faster.

My dark wet hair from my hot shower
is slowly turning cold.
But so are the streets outside:
Dark, wet, and cold. 

It is four in the morning
and my tears are the color of the sea.

That makes me happy.

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To hell with labels. To hell with being friends or being boyfriend/girlfriend. To hell with distance. To hell with being a loser, popular, nerd, geek, a slut, a player; I don’t care and I never gave half a shit about labels. If you know what is in your heart, then so be it. It is what it is. If you know who you are and what you want, then so be it. And if you don’t, then so be it. But one thing I don’t need is somebody else telling me what I am or what we are, or what I want, or predicting my future for me when I can’t even do that. Nobody can. Don’t you EVER let somebody try to grab your life, because THIS LIFE IS YOURS. Not anybody else’s. Be fucking HAPPY. Seek it.
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You saw me
at my lowest point:

when I thought day 
had turned to night

And the sun 
would fail me tomorrow.

and when I cried endlessly
not caring anymore.

Because I thought I could let go
whenever I wanted to.
It would be so easy.

You saw me
at my darkest hour

And you still love(d) me.

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