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( elsewhere, safer. )

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

i wasn't made to be apart from you, beloved.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

fissure love; a series of trapdoors to learn, to cross, to brave through, to make a home out of. (?) never truly honest, nor seen. indulge in what i allow, what is good. here, you will not drown in what my past weeps of / here, mist cradles you—better than my hands ever will.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

nightmares kissed tender, by his voice who lulls / not to soothe, but to carefully salvage slivers of solace untold——do you accept?

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

@amourespite bloodstained, but gentle. for you, for those who held my ghosts, my scars; all by name. always, always. i sound like a broken record by now, but i know you will never tire of me.

[𑣲⋆ @amourespite]

my midnight sun, sullen one. bloodstained, but gentle. there is a type of kindness that only blooms beneath that shade of scarlet. graceful with the hollows, and you'll know; only death waits for the fools.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

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———— aster w. penhallow、
“my craving, it sleeps alone.”

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[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

@amourespite seeing you last night was a blessing on its own, and now this? you speak of me being the death of you when you do the same to me, angel. your sayang, your ivan—this life, and all my rest. i love you, tender-hearted.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

happy birthday, little light of mine. here's to our first, and many more in eternity's name. lyre in hand, gentle sleeping sound, you have me. your quiet ode of a soulmate, icarus. 𐚁

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

our hands. they were always alike, you see. alike in ache, alike in abundance. the very same spent in parting for far too long, and understood all too little. you changed that nearly a year ago. scars retraced / balm to soothe / voices to spill / secrets all kissed.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

longing, has never tasted this lonesome.

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

i am cruel, i am gentle, i can make you laugh.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

moths kissing up a flame, you are entranced by performing flickers. nothing more, nothing less. steady your palm, your poor heart. keep it there, keep it away. mine barely beats as is.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

warm filth living under our ribs, as if we could be forgiven quick enough before the rot starts to feed on us / so we wait it out—this longing, a pathetic animal (only loved by its own kind)

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

@amourespite tragically, tenderly; i've been 'stuck' with you for nearly five years now, my little lyre. where warmth speaks in soft tongue, where you are safe (remember?) your midnight sun, always. nothing could eclipse us, love—not anymore.

[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

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[‎‎؛ @vervaic]

our ghosts in bed with us / solitude peeking from the closet ajar / there is only love here.