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noniscloset

Love.
It’s not always wine and roses.
Sometimes
It’s blindfolds and handcuffs.
I am drawn to everything wild
And beautiful
And strange
That struggles to bloom
In dark desolate places.
I crave deep intimacy
And i do not mean physically. 
Wrap your dark around me
And pour your soul
Into my mouth,
I want to get drunk on you tonight.
I’m trying to learn
To come up for air
Every so often
Careful not to drown myself
In someone else
But I don’t pick my poison,
My poison picks me.
When I met you
I was afraid to like you.
I liked you
And I was afraid to love you.
I loved you
And now I’m afraid to lose you.
I’m afraid
That I’m just another girl
And this is just another story.
I’m not afraid to love,
I’m afraid of not being loved back.
I feel myself falling
Faster…

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