I remember the confession,

And the dress I wore that day,

I will not forget the silence,

That sound never goes away,

I sat clothed in the bathtub,

Elbows to my knees,

As I watched the running water,

And told myself to breathe,

In that terrifying hour,

As I heard you go to bed,

I tried to comprehend,

All the words that you had said,

How easy you watched my tears fall,

And never even flinched,

It was constant fear I lived in,

Each time your fists were clinched,

My scars remind me every day,

Of something you made clear,

Hell must be empty,

Because the devils are all here.

Today’s Quote: Anaïs Nin

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

Video: https://youtu.be/fkXR6l7KXJ4

WIKI: “Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell (February 21, 1903 – January 14, 1977), known professionally as Anaïs Nin ... was a French-Cuban American diarist, essayist, novelist, and writer of short stories and erotica.”

I want my face resting restless against your clavicle

I want to feel your breath leave slow and shallow at the edges of sleep

I want your hand resting restless on my hip and our fingers curled around each other

I want sleep to come upon me, intoxicating

I want sleep to smother me in you

I want sleep to wrap us both, calm

I want your frame to swallow my restless restlessness and wake with you by my side

Come with me, my love

Beneath the moon’s candescence

Star’s canopy, above

Their glittered luminescence

Dance with me, my angel

Till eve’ becomes the day

Our hands and fingers tangled

Whilst music gently plays

Serenade me, sonnets

Of love and sweet ardor

My heart; your name upon it

On fire with fervor

Stroke my portrait, beautiful

Your heart, where I am penned

Inked, ever, indelible

Your poem, till the end

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You drew me in

like a bee to a flower,

with intoxicating smiles.

You trapped me

like a bird in a cage,

to see but not to touch.

and yet,

in spite of everything,

I still love you.

You filled my heart with

pretty lies,

you fed my appitite with

with hearty words,

and yet,

in spite of everything,

I still love you.

Those promises

you never kept,

all the crocodile tears

you wept,

and yet,

in spite of everything,

I still love you.

The bruises you leave

ones that lay unseen,

still ache within my

bleeding soul,

and yet,

in spite of everything,

I still love you.

The empty space you have left,

the gaping hole in my being,

the places you branded

with heated kissed,

still burn,

and yet,

in spite of everything,

I still love you.

And yet, in spite of everything, I still think of you

and when the leaves have started to fall

And summer is no longer in sight

I still feel you whisper in my ear

‘I love you’ ‘I love you’

And then, just as fast as it came

It goes

With the breeze

And I sit in silence waiting for the next one to hit me

- renata ferretti