Not from
cruel backgrounds of colored
evenings.
Not from
calm faces upon glowing
mornings.
You never leave.
Wasted, under
specks of diamonds during night.
Lasting sights
to your silhouette,
while memories trample
favorite sceneries.
If love held out a stone,
I will toss it
to become dust, in an ocean, where
pressure smeared us into veins,
circulating into circles
back to beginning.
One kiss is all
I request,
to bleed me into seas,
to overflow me
from a flooded heart.
I reuse these words,
I refuse to be heard
among your loud heartbeat,
bouncing from walls
back to cold bedsheets.
Modern Romanticism 
“To overflow me from a flooded heart” – poignant ❤️
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