Tag: love

{counterbalance} poem x e.l. jayne

{counterbalance} love is blind; a reflection of ourselves, it’s loving the image of someone ceaselessly and ignorantly, not the person— but how they make you feel. to love someone else is the ultimate act of self-love,  counterbalanced with the risk of self destruction. –e.l. jayne

{untitled poem ix}

in the process of loving you, i forgot how to love myself. —e.l. jayne

{untitled poem vii}

a life without a love like this is like looking at a sunset without a sun. –e.l. jayne

{paper cuts}

{paper cuts} i would prefer self sabotage, over a thousand paper cuts; to liberate myself from the mirage, rather than sit as a copilot of my own life. –e.l. jayne

{phantasmal}

{phantasmal} the soul gazes out the window into the mysterious world, and surmises that love will be the answer. to lay idle and dream of the perfect love is easy, believing you’re in a fairytale love story is quite befitting. you contemplate what you feel and what you fancy,  and cleverly, manifest it within your…

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{deity} poem x e.l. jayne

{deity} she talks of him,  as if he drafted the stars in the sky, she will drown him, the way he did to her, proclaiming into the emptiness of the night, of her love and adoration. comparable to the fear swelling inside; she’s never loved anything that didn’t scare her. –e.l. jayne

{the ragged, the jagged}

if he’s startled of me in the fresh beams of the sunrise,
he’ll never recognize me under the cover of the indigo moon,
constantly seeking proof,
yet the greatest things in life cannot be proven:
love, feelings, dreams…
the shape of one’s soul,

{ambivalence}

{ambivalence} they used to say, “how could you be so careless with yourself,”  but I’ve seen strength in the face of death, it’s easy to believe what you hear, but there’s a storyline behind the curtain; ambivalence led to action, and now we’re out of the woods, as I promise: “nevermind, Darling, I’ll soon be…

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{dragonflies and blackened eyes}

{dragonflies and blackened eyes} where the first corner of the world, is blanketed in nightfall, and the dragonflies float on, your lower ribs rise only to fall in the same place. i put up an inert resistance, i blended myself into one color of reality and beauty, reminiscing, our love was the poetry of love;…

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