#romantic poems
let me stay,
dancing like fae among flowers
lost to the breeze
and summer sun-showers
“Do I love him
more than I love
how much he loves me?”
- d.c.
“I can make peace
(I think)
with the way things are
and might always be
and I will try not to want more
(of you)”
- d.c.
“we’re a losing game
i know that
but a sick part of me
loves the torture”
- d.c.
“we were two silhouettes
on a cobblestone path
wading through the orange blood of lamplight
our liquor-laden limbs
lassoed around each other
our fingertips
sizzling with sin”
- d.c.
