brokenballads

[brokenballads]

Once I had experienced the succulence of you, I knew I could never go back.

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[brokenballads]

tender enough to whisper "cherished." firm enough to declare "mine."

[brokenballads]

There was everything and then there was nothing, you know? That’s just the way things go. You duck and dodge the bullshit, and pop back up. You thought they’d be there with you, coming out on the other side, but sometimes it’s just you — live with it. Or don’t. You always have a choice. Stand the fuck up, dust yourself off and keep it moving, or tap out. Those are the only options, really.

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Writing by Broken Ballads (brokenballads).

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there is something so breathtakingly

o t h e r w o r l d y

about

the

way

every

single

part

of us

fits

perfectly

together

as if you were crafted for me,

and i for you.

i long simply to be in your presence,

adorning you with love and affection.

sweetheart, i’ll light the darkness

and guide you in uncertainty.

seek my shelter in your storm.

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darling,

i long to be in your grasp.

frisson embraces all of me

the moment you come into view.

my rigid stance hardens,

more, please; more.

my sweet. my dearest.

weakener of my knees.

you’re a sight to behold,

warm, succulent kiss to match.

intoxicated, you own me;

throat longing for your grasp.

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shattered realms

of possibilities

turn asunder.

devotion dies without a fight.

the fabric of our reality crashes.

with every creaking of the tin roof,

and every crack upon the sidewalk.

all these subtle changes,

and precarious reminders

serve as a distraction.

does it matter?

you were never fully

present.

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alone in the stabbing abyss of betrayal,

i leant my heart to you,

you leant your heart to many.

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In the face of bleeding love, softer I stand... For in your grasp, my heart found strength fighting against your hand.

— Broken Ballads

“You could break my heart into tiny little pieces, and I’d still pick them up and put them back in your hands.”

— Broken Ballads (via brokenballads)

[brokenballads]

i am fully betrothed to every inch of you. heretofore, now and forever, my desire rises. i dare not breathe without your kisses.

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hips, fingertips

play as we sway

in the night;

not a spectator in sight.

silence is a symphony,

enamored by your movement;

and your love the greatest

masterpiece.

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do you stew in silence over the daggers your tongue has thrown?

doubt strolls leisurely in.

you’ve saved it a seat?!?

but why?

oh why?

you know as well as i.

the muscle, nor the brain that controls it, has no conscience.

it’s just you, you, you and all your venomous hate pouring out.

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haunted by a crimson raven,

sown seeds of doubt strewn across the sky.

did you consider, then,

the fractured trust you’ve given me?

to him you relinquished,

crushing our enchantment.

all at once —

we were forever,

then nevermore.

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You pulled me into the blast radius of a bomb I unwittingly helped you create. ‘I wonder, did you ever love me?’ I think as I fly through the air, 300 ft.

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enraged hearts hammer away the grief stricken silence.