Araara 👩🏻‍💻

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I like books.

White text on black with a poem-alike piece: a song without conclusions I wish I was perfect but I am not I am forgetful, selfish, demanding, I want to have just a bit more I don't always pay attention, I cry and I don't like to feel like I am lost But it would be nothing less than perfection that you demand of me so I am falling apart from a lack of connection and you just wait for me to fall All of my weaknesses proofs of my hurtful potential and getting it right proving I am too smart to be so dumb Yet I am confused, I struggle to make of it sense, I am really this slow, I tried to ask to be taught All in all I am no better but don't make me a villain, as I am far from the worst
I stood behind facing the waves of cloth and hair And I put my arm through the hole in her heart A whisper left my lungs as a muffled gasp I raised my eyes towards the blue sky As she wrapped with her airy fingers My palm dripping after piercing her trunk - She leaned forward, embarrassed, not far from a cry Crossed gently her arms, sweetly whispers that She doesn't really mind; if I stay she'll hold and we'll go together, bound, into the night, moon Soon to climb onto the sky, my chest aching Knowing we will soon fuse and share my sapphic heart Bursting valves, staggering pumps, clotted pipes Connecting us to be as one, and just the minds, The thought that that's also not enough to cross stitch A pattern to hide - to hide - to hide - With my other hand I hugged her tight She'll bring us food, we'll use her mouth To calm down the hunger, to drink down The blood, red wine, corporal anesthetic, Boil poured over a sinful soul I unwrap my arms, I've been here alone all along