aftertaste || poetry

By citruspotter

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the words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left More

introduction
001 - soul sisters
002 - the shower
003 - prodigal
004 - guilt in the mirror
005 - hidden dance
006 - moon child
007 - my secret courage
008 - the birthday party
009 - midsummer melancholy
010 - promises lined in silver
011 - for
012 - twelve months
013 - delusion's laughter
015 - filling in between the lines
016 - fourth vice
017 - think of me highly
018 - the eyes you see
019 - greater expectations
020 - verity
021 - butter and berries
022 - to mock a bird that gets killed
023 - continuous
024 - never seen yet understood
025 - swimming lessons
026 - dare
027 - a headache that never leaves
028 - strangers
029 - wires
030 - trois
031 - burn too bright
032 - a stroll around the galaxy
033 - pages of your soul
034 - rooted in you
035 - ocean kisses
036 - shame on me
037 - cyclical
038 - moonlit lonesome
039 - november nightmares
040 - the love we deserve
041 - storm of two souls
042 - car ride
043 - second place
044 - waiting game
045 - watchful eyes
046 - walk alone
047 - waging battle
048 - the mighty fall
049 - desert
050 - all i can ask
051 - the path of sparrows
052 - your goddess of love
053 - her final eruption
054 - hanging gardens
055 - tongue's goodbye
056 - two lips
057 - blame on me
058 - portrait of him
059 - fight with control
060 - fearless
061 - a giver's torment
062 - the pain of today
063 - tidal love songs
064 - gemini
065 - last words
066 - in memoriam
067 - antidote to rage
068 - cry
069 - baggage check
070 - honey lies
071 - teenage fantasy
072 - words fail
073 - what he knows
074 - parting rituals

014 - anemoia

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By citruspotter

themes: nostalgia, longing, heartbreak

the greatest heartbreak of all

wasn't when you walked away

but instead it's the moments of you

simply becoming the memory of you

perhaps we were the heroes

of our own greek tragedy

our bodies sculpted into time

eyes fixating flames on each other

perhaps we were the artists

of the greatest renaissance

our bodies painted hand in hand

a rebirth of all we have known

the crumbling of our statues

was inevitable like an empire's fall

the burning of our genius

should have been foreseen

all that's left of a memory

is the nostalgia of what never was

just a girl with daisies in her hair

and a boy with cigarettes in his pocket

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