Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.
GEMMA IVERSENGuess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
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Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
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I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
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I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.
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I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.
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I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.
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I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.
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And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.
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I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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