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I always come back to you, giving up my lips to you
In a smell so comforting and a taste so sweet
Dusk settles as you and I meet, over the water
because no one has to know what you mean to me
My sin, my will, my desire
Skin tight in a stream of light
The bells of art dead
Lust and love live alike
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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“And that. The passion we shared.
Oh, how much I miss it.”
We crashed together in the night like a pair of rogue comets. There were flashes. Explosions. And we both disintegrated into bits of rubble and stardust. And that. The passion we once shared. I don’t think I can emphasize how much I miss it. Being with you. Without a care in the world. Where nothing else mattered but you and me and the sounds we could elicit from one another. The way we would pour all the intensity into each other and leave nothing behind.
So, my love, I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I’ve lost that part of me. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll find it again one day. Hopefully, you’ll still be with me when it happens.
© Sarah Doughty
Please, don’t give up on me yet.
This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.