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  • cyrisiaflores 6w

    20/06/20

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    Everything is confusing.
    On certain occasions,
    our action intentionally
    obfuscate the words
    we never mean to utter,
    before making a clarity
    on our mind.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 6w

    22/06/20

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    At this moment, if someone ask me
    what love is,
    it is like when little mermaid drank the potion on original version.
    Every step with him is
    similar with walking on sharp knives.
    And if anyone will ask why I did not left,
    I would tell pain is why I stayed.

    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 6w

    20/06/20

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    To the paper,
    where I write my poems
    and read it a thousand times
    until the ink faded
    and the pages crumbled,
    thank you.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 6w

    20/06/20

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    Every word in a terse poem
    hurts the reader more than
    the possesser of pain.
    Suffering is what makes it
    pleasureable in the eyes.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 6w

    18/06/20

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    you left a void space,
    hollow emotion at the center
    of everything I was.
    I am left with
    dispirited life,
    broken existence.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 6w

    20/06/20

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    I never knew I longed
    for what you smell like.
    Until this very moment,
    when I want to sense
    you near without you.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 7w

    19/06/20

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    I would rather someone
    own every piece of me.
    Boredom, comfort, pleasure
    curiosity, nudity.
    I would rather someone
    own and love me,
    than someone
    love and leave me.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 7w

    14/06/20

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    Our connection,
    forged in pain and grief.
    is less than what
    love can imbibe.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 7w

    13/06/20

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    the stark finality of
    ended love hit me.
    no more forlorn hope
    to be save.


    ©cyrisiaflores

  • cyrisiaflores 7w

    13/06/20

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    I remember
    we were reunited by
    our own pain and
    gone through joint agony.
    But pain and agony
    is why we are apart now.


    ©cyrisiaflores