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the grassy knoll

roll around in my head with me
8 months ago. August 22, 2024 at 3:00 AM

There's so much I would just come out with. If it were different. In so many ways. 

Why can't I let you know what I want?

Is it because I dont fucking know at all? 

You, it's all of you though.

All or nothing, baby. I don't know any other way. 

Consume me entirely. Don't leave a scrap left to share. 

There isn't a part of me that wouldn't benefit from being affected by you

Your touch

Your sounds 

Smells 

The magnetic pull of your orbit is sucking me dry

As I resist every turning of the tide 

Without you

How can you rest, when you're bookended in misery

and the presence of demise 

Even as I bare my soul before you

Laid at your feet like some sort of sacrifice 

To the turmoil you've endured 

All just to make you grin

Giggle 

Gravitate away from the pressures and pains you pile up on yourself 

With intention and purpose 

God you're so fucking hot 

You might know of your appeal 

But do you know what appeals to me?

As you embody each Vitruvian aspect of my dreams 

Unaware of yourself 

Yet still controlled in your wild ways 

 

A partner should be a safe space in which you can set yourself free. 

Regardless of how life molds and changes 

Through the waves of time we are worn and caressed.

How rare that we are meant to move at the same pace as those who we find ourselves attached 

however tenuously 

to in our endeavors and decisions. 

A partner should hold us in high regard, as a reflection of the self 

A reflection

of the self 

and their esteem

forever degraded and dragging through the mud of the past that

will never be severed

Projections and protections

Meaningless in the face of eternity 

 

Fuck happyness 

I'm pursuing peace 

of heart

of mind 

in this house 

We're running full speed towards ambition with our flowy skirts on

Twirling through meadows of success 

Sun in our hair as we crest the peak of fulfillment 

Run your hands over the hills 

Through the woods 

And hold onto the trees

Because here we fucking go 

 

 

 

 

 


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