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deuteragonized · 12 days
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i would hold your hands while you drove
until sweat ran down my fingers
and even longer still
because i can feel
your heartbeat between them
pounding in my chest
and if i listen closely,
i can tell it’s beating just like mine
in tune, in sync
keeping the steady rhythm of love
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deuteragonized · 10 months
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i suppose some smoke lingered
on his chapped lips
because when i kissed them, i felt
the secondhand high seeping
into my
veins
chest
brain
and as he lit the flowers
that were pressed between his lips
just like i was
i saw him the way god must
stunning beyond description
illuminated only by the lights
that speckled his dashboard
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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Two gods intertwined
Bound by their journeys and scars
Love begins with them
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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when i close my eyes,
i wonder if i will face a darkness blacker
than the backs of my eyelids
i wonder if i will feel the flames lapping at my feet
or if there will be soft grass between my toes
when i close my eyes,
i wonder if i will meet my grandmother
and if she will tell me that she loves me
like she did last time
and when i close my eyes,
i wonder if i will have to wait
to see you all again
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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i yearn for him
i burn for him
his eyes are cobblestone
with moss creeping between the cracks
his body is mine,
sculpted of marble
by renaissance masters
yes, my darling is art
a museum of wonders that i am blessed to explore
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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writing poetry be like “he/him pussy” and it gets two hundred notes
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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*death threat*
sick of your bullshit
please don’t disrespect this acc
u are not my friend
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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writing poetry be like “he/him pussy” and it gets two hundred notes
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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he loves me.
i am broken
i am bloody
i am bruised
but he loves me.
he is constant and unwavering
as the sun
he shines on me and i am warm
because he loves me.
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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i have cast aside
my rose tinted glasses
to now watch you all through blue stained glass
polite smiles like the saints that line the walls
am i imagining my black wool?
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deuteragonized · 1 year
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the way he says my name
is like free verse poetry
far surpassing the old masters
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deuteragonized · 2 years
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when i saw his eyes up close the first time
it felt like the time i nearly drowned
the way his tides pushed me over
under and over again
and they were like exploring an empty palace
with mossy walls and blue-gray stone bricks
and ever since,
i’ve dreamt of being the prince of his kingdom
young, reckless, and wine-drunk
we are boys together, him and i
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deuteragonized · 2 years
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my darling has the face of an oil painting
and the body of a marbled god
if He is not the masterpiece of the renaissance
then surely mona lisa was beauty himself
but i am leonardo
and He,
Salvator Mundi
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deuteragonized · 2 years
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days like this do not hurt
but they beat me over the head and kill me
they throw me in the woods to rot
they swoop in from the skies and pick the meat from my bones
they crawl up through the earth and feast on my corpse
they walk upon me and crush my bones into splinters
and then they rain dirt on me
until i am lost to time
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deuteragonized · 2 years
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the only thing i would redo if i could
is i’d be kinder to myself
but i’ll make up for it now
just because you forgot about me
doesn’t mean i have to.
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deuteragonized · 2 years
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your eyes are full
like an ocean overflowing with tenderness
and being looked at with tenderness is new and awful to me
but you have touched me so kindly
and i can still feel it, now,
would it be awful to say that i could get used to this?
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deuteragonized · 2 years
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i am writing my first poem in months and
i looked at all of my ideas that never came to fruition
all about him and,
well, of course i couldn’t write them, because you can’t write dishonest poems
i cant
and when i read them i was sad for myself
because i do deserve softness
i do deserve love
you’ve shown me softness
and it is warm like whiskey in my stomach
oh, it is nice
oh, it is warm
oh, it is soft
thank you, darling
you don’t realize how much you’re worth to me
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