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Journaling my moods, essays, erotica, poetry. Words are my super power. I can turn people on with them, but I can also turn them off.
7 months ago. Friday, June 6, 2025 at 11:52 AM

 

Wait he says,

Wait for me

To make

All your desires come true.

But I am breaking

Under the pressure of time

Cracking beneath the weight

Of responsibilities

His hopes can’t solve.

 

Wait, he says

And I’m crying into

The earnest love of his eyes

As my future becomes dust and ashes

In all the impossibles

We tip toe around

Every day.

 

Wait, he growls into my ear,

Stop, hold for me.

Don’t come. Don’t you dare.

As I clench and whimper

On the sharp edge

Of his promises.


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