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mktgl · 3 months
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and the stars were dancing under my heart. and i was happy with it.
it felt natural. like if i had the whole galaxy inside of me.
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mktgl · 3 months
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the boy i love is nice with his word.
the boy i love is rough with his hand.
if he chose, he would make me a sheath for his sword.
if he chose, he would rip out my gland.
for barking too excited when he got home.
for being too delighted when we're alone.
cause good dogs don't show their fangs even smiling.
cause good dogs should try to be better even while dying.
you blamed the dog for having canines.
mikita gl. 24
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mktgl · 3 months
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kiss the cross,
confess your sins,
say 'im so sorry, father'.
while tears bead
in deep brown eyes
keep your mouth shut. no bother.
you dare not to waste 
a single drop
of sacred grace.
a muffled prayer
falling down your chapped lips
as well as wax from votive candle
streaming hot liquid down your knees
and burning them in sinful manner
accenting every crease.
the god above
will only laugh
and push. again so harshly.
'my child you may and will
take everything i offer.
it is your nature to obey, please understand it, daughter '
just nod 
just lick the cross
and swallow.
while hot white tears running down.
god will forgive. forget the sinner.
just as the axe forgets the tree.
mikita.gl 24
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mktgl · 3 months
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i want to be loved
dearly.
i want to be treated
roughly.
i want to be embraced
softly.
i want to be hit 
quickly.
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till the last troubled breath
with the best thorned wreath
wrapped round my cold head
go ahead till i'm dead.
till the blood comes to halt.
i'm alright. i'm alright.
please again, please forgive,
i forget and repeat...
at the top of my lungs
i scream and cry for all signs
to come down from the sky
to watch little boy cry.
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mktgl · 3 months
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love is...
sometimes love is a party hat on your favourite stuffed animal, carefully prepared the night before your birthday.
love is a fruit salad when you are staying up late, doing school assigments.
love is a careful word when you are upset after failure.
love is lying under one blanket together on sunday morning, silent and content with the life.
love is putting on a fashion show for dad after going shopping.
love was never about breaking your favourite toy, which was too noisy.
love was never about refusing to go to your wedding if you marry innapropriately.
love was never about refusing to read you a bed time story.
but love is about forgiving and accepting.
but love is acceptance from both sides.
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mktgl · 3 months
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hopping onto the grass bed
like lovers freshly out of garden.
the gods design we broke again
two adams on the holy ground we wander.
it smells like spring,
like love, like us,
like irresistable temptation.
ur knee between my tighs.
mikita gl. 24
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mktgl · 2 days
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i could've shown you all the pics
i've hidden in a special folder
for us to copy and repeat
while ghostly sun still shines over
i could've sworn that i forgot
how life without you ever looked
how water dripped down my cheek
at night with clutched pillow heat
i could've drowned in the sea
of ugly thoughts and all bad dreams
but now u came, i shall repeat
and thank all gods for remedy.
i could've thanked, I could've prayed
but things like that are substitutes 
because I can't remember how to say
those magic words 
     'i love you too'.
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mktgl · 2 months
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see me
believe me.
how my heart does
resonate with same passionate frequency.
when its ruined
and scarred.
do you want more of proofs?
should i tell again my truthful story?
go ahead
if u want to examine.
do you feel how i mold
for your not so soft touches, my doctor?
im all yours.
just believe me and see.
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mktgl · 3 months
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i want to feel you in my ribcage.
please, break me like that useless little glass.
just say, my dear, will you love me more if
i allow you to devour me tonight?
i want to die because of touches,
because of cold and scarred hands.
i want to feel the last of all five senses.
your palms already closing at my neck...
you'll make a mess from my whole body,
leave bruises, kisses, maybe, scars.
but please be gentle to nobody.
but close my eyes.
give me the stars.
mikita gl. 24
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