Personal Message
 
 

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● year: Senior
● fraternity: deth
● major: graphics Design 
● Gmt: -6
● pov perference: both
● rping status: Available 

Description
jun's poetry 11/30/2018。
 
 
 
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I’ve dreamt of you long before I knew your name. Speaking it aloud, it is a strange thing to confess, but it is the truth. When we first met, when I looked into your eyes I did not see the darkness within their depth. Some may call them reflective obsidians, others sable, profound, a chasm. When I saw your eyes, that curl of a smile, I lost myself for a moment there. I wondered what you would look like if you ever fell in love.”
“My name has never been my own, a title used to beckon and label, a word with the emptiest meaning. Yet you — with your callous hands and coarse speech, with violence sewn into the marrow and tragedy beneath the skin, managed to change everything. You say my name and suddenly I know myself. You have ruined me with your love, have turned me human and soft, organic and rotting with the cloying burn of saccharine ambrosia. Break my heart, break it a thousand times if you must, it was only ever yours to hurt.” 
“Those eyes of yours, have destroyed galaxies and birthed stars. What hope did I have to evade them? I am tired, my love, so please let us go back to bed. I long to be in your arms, to hear the heavens wax and wane, the birds to sing, your heart to beat. In this life or the next, we should meet again. I am lonesome without you.”