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Euryphaessayou were a photograph,Euryphaessa by TheStoyTeller
still and true to the eye.
as I saw you, I felt the urge
to post you up against my wall,
hold you there and stare,
swallow your image whole
until I saw things that weren't really there.
but no light and glass has ever captured a ghost,
no spirit was ever seen by
the naked or aided eye. we were all hollow,
left carved open and honest.
what you saw is what you got
and what I got was nothing more
but dead plastic, undeveloped Polaroid,
when zombies love each otheryou left me with a congested promisewhen zombies love each other by TheStoyTeller
and stitches on my bedroom floor
that held me down but held me together.
I was looking for solace,
but I found you.
I knew that we were just people,
humans even. Stacking intentions
and watered down love. We were a city
of atoms and cells and stardust,
all jumbled together. we were a clusterfuck
of morals and ex lovers, and
who can expect of us,
this, is a vampiric question
that kept us from each other
and left us dying. reaching for the other's heart
beating ourselves up, bruising our future lovers.
I never leave my room anymore
but I hope you leave,
I hope you live and live well,
I hope you find love,
I hope you fucking live
locutionwe put our hearts in our wordslocution by TheStoyTeller
and exchanged them.
we opened them up to each other,
showing glowing hopes
for the future, and dark clouded
remnants of the past. Regrets flew like ghosts
but I knew that with you, I could dispel them.
I knew that with you
I could stop time, hold the world still
as you captured the air around me with strength of your arms
and the loyalty in my heart.
I found myself tangled in the virescent glow
of your olive eyes, and I did not move. I was comfortable here.
at home in the charming interest that you took in me.
The walls of my stomach were tickled by the tips of the
wings of buterflies that you summoned when our eyes connected
like two ebullient wires.
sparks flew, invisible but there and
I couldn't help but think that you were something out of a dream.
when our lips first touched and our breath's connected
lightning shot through me,
and I questioned your quintessential beauty.
I wondered why a sun as bright as you
would beam so happily on a floret like me
gleamThe coffee table is chipped and dry. Sunlight trickles in through the balcony window. It's open, how she likes it. The air easy this morning. Halfhearted, listless, undemanding.gleam by TheStoyTeller
She lifts her hand to scratch the back of her head and I think of her movements as I so often do, machine-like. Unnaturally perfect. Her bun comes undone. Velvet cerise hair cascades about her shoulders. It reminds me of blood, like it always does. She looks blankly at the ground, bites her lip. I watch her, as she does everything as if she is not doing them. I stare, and she hates it but does not say anything. She seems trapped in her automation. Yes, I just look at her and she just looks outside.
She is not wearing any pants and I am absent a shirt. The sunlight tickles my chest a little bit. I can hear the birds singing. Maybe crying. Or maybe they are just being animals, she'd probably say. I can't help but think that she and I are the same. Silent, but maybe singing. Looking, but maybe crying. Disgusting,