Hnor Shoom Poems

Grabbing onto thin air, hoping to suck in every molecule and make beauty of it.

Your knees on my shoulders, crushing me down to the ground, as I crawl towards you shattered and disgraced.
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The taste of her coffee and music was all he remembered of her.
He kept her sixteen year old heart in a box that was blue and black.
Soulmates are not always lovers.
And being cold was the only way she could stop her heart from melting.
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THEN:
The night you went around telling people we were soul mates.
You dragged me by my ecstasy and made your way through unfamiliar faces.
You walked up to complete strangers in an attempt to be what we can never be around the proverbial.
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It was not the like the moon wasnt red enough,
Darker than the shades of your eyelids.
Looking down on the naked.
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