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sunrise by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

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sunrise

the whites of your eyes shine like virgin snow as the fleeting kiss of sunrise washes over us - an attempt to shed light on the silence stretching between us. my tongue is burdened with words that I cannot speak. simple diction, with a millennia of meanings attached. I am burning to tell you so much, as the sun drowns your face in morning. this, I will say; you mean the world to me.

alexithymia by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

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alexithymia

how many fleeting hearts are silent casualties of your hooded eyes? your voice echoes in my mind like rolling thunder, eradicating me its innate beauty, wretched and sweet. waist-deep in your coy smiles, I am tainted by your mystery wading through murky water. your milky skin, shadowy whispers lull me into a deadness, so true and calm, that for the first time I breathe, I kiss, I shake, without fear of what I cannot foresee.

with my bare hands by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

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with my bare hands

willows murmur sweet rumors about my heart and its shy, demure enchantment with you, in love with your gossamer flesh scintillating blue eyes so completely annihilating. I'd gift you with vermilion lips swollen from a thousand violent kisses, white horses shrieking beneath the dusk. I am a child of the streets, of city lights and catcalls, sky scrapers – I'd slip in and out through the alleyways to find you and take you home, but here I lay wet-haired, weeping, jilted. your heart, your mind is closed, you are a mystery that I must tear apart but your secrets are guarded by walls far too sinewy for me to destroy

you've got a hold over me. by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

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you've got a hold over me.

I could spend these lines comparing you to natural disasters like hurricanes and tornadoes. but I'm no John Green or lovesick indie band, and you are simply more than an act of nature. you are far more frightening, but captivating just the same. you are just as dangerous, the cigarette that I perhaps shouldn't have taken to my lips, but here I am alone remembering those hands up on my hips can't shake the fact that you've got a hold over me. I want you to own me like a toothy grin when we wake up next to each other, the sun spilling in through the curtains. I could write and tell you that your love is like an earthqu

things I can't put a name to by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

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things I can't put a name to

are we kidding ourselves, or is this something more cause when you're gone the silence grows tenfold. I feel like a monument that's burning down but sometimes I'm a fire that needs to be doused with wet fingers ready to come put me out. I don't want to eat anymore, don't feel like writing anymore, I'm just the tattered welcome mat at your back door. feels like we're strangers again with the same young anticipation of a telling whisper, a kiss, in dark rooms where you missed my eyes as they clung to your clothes, wishing the boundaries were erased, instead I let you deface my heart with your pale hands, sweet words. but I

stay. by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

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stay.

when you look at me I feel the whispers of autumn nights spilling from your eyes, incarcerating my body. just when I thought that the spark had withered to dust and ashen cinders fibers of young love pull together, become flesh again. inside me, something like fire, red like the blood in your veins awakens. you and I, we're nothing more than unspoken words, but could be so much more. and I want to burn you with all that I have, all that I am. we're at it again, we're endless. I've wanted it all since I can remember. I'm in love with your stupid hair and skinny legs, your band t-shirts and oxford shoes, it's the fuck

I don't wanna sleep alone. by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

lucid dreaming by Kingdumb-Cum, literature

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lucid dreaming

I can no longer differentiate between dreams and reality when you speak to me lies come undone, unlaced like a summer dress fallen on the floor. behind closed doors I felt free alongside you warm thighs and hot breath – I should never have given you what righteous men and black-clad virgins perceive as innocence. and how naïve I'd been to think a voice as dulcet as yours could save a wretch like me. which way goes the road to joy that I've searched so long for in fast kisses and lifestyles at the bottom of bottles, in welcoming bodies, literature, inky words that flowed from my pen? who can show me where