a gift to bring you

you have no idea how hard i’ve looked for a gift to bring you.

nothing seemed right.

what’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine,

or water to the ocean.

everything i came up with was like taking spices to the orient.

—it’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these

so i’ve brought you a mirror.

look at yourself and:

remember

me.

:: rumi

slow pressing

[[song lyrics to no song]]

slow, slow pressing on the mouth
kiss me on the legs
pour into me
hold me, don’t let go
light me up
i’m yours
shake your troubles out
tear your worries out
pour into me

slow, slow pressing on the mouth
kiss me on my palms
hold you in my palms
pour into me

i’m poured into you
shaken and stirred
for you

where do i begin
how did this begin
ain’t there nothing more
where did we go wrong
how did we go wrong
poured for far too long
empty vases of ourselves
ghosts of someone else
memories left on shelves

now you

shake yourself out
moonlight by your side
so you pour yourself to sleep
are you gone
are you done
with me

sun glistens on the bed
whiskey on your breath slow pressing

// she wasn’t doing a thing that i could see,

except standing there,

leaning on the balcony railing,

holding the universe together. the balcony railing

 

me importa una mierda lo que piense el mundo.

yo nací puta,

yo nací pintora,

yo nací jodida.

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pero fui feliz en mi camino.

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