Blip.
Not rich. Not famous. Not special. Just a little gear in the big machine of life… An unnecessary blip on the radar.
Category: Prose
Regrets…
I’m sorry, for having been once lovable. It wasn’t meant or intended, and I won’t do it anymore…
Tough Love…
I’d punch a kiss straight on your lips my raging desire around your neck, tight, a stroke almost gentle, running my sharpened nails on their scarred names in your flesh… Soul thirsty, would you care to pour me a shot?
Sometimes I stumble…
On your bounderies, I stumble and I fall, into you…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Tant que tu auras un sourire sincère pour moi, dans ta poche de derrière… Je viendrai, marcher pieds nus dans la rosée de tes matins…
A kiss…
Anonymous signature on the no man’s land island just between your smile and mine.
Lips…
On all those unsuspected wounded spots…. Lips… almost felt. Almost.
Every heartbeat…
I’ll never be yours, but all my heartbeats will bear you name…
Always…
I’ve always loved you… I just had to wait to meet you.
The only certitude…
The second you take your first breath, you’re one breath closer to death.
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