love letter.

you write in languages my soul can’t read, what is “joy” and can you use it in a sentence? what do you mean when you say “my “happiness” is your priority and how do you expect me to understand phrases my vocabulary has never experienced? you write in languages my soul isn’t used to, your…

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rosewater.

I want you. I want you in the way oceans chase land, constantly outstretched and demanding to be held. I want you in the way sinners who fear hell seek salvation, may your flesh be the bread I consume, your rain be the purifying waters that cleanse my soul and may I bury myself in…

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Untitled XII

If I had a coin for every mundane thing I spent my time on; I would be a millionaire for the number of times I spoke death to my insecurities, only for them to resurface and laugh at me, almost as if they knew I needed them, to feel like myself.

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