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Blissful comfort of pain and sorrow ravishes my rationality and drinks up my hope, for even thee whom I romanticize so deeply leaves me in a pool of intrusive thoughts telling me no matter what I say or do even the mirror despises you.

Zuzanna Szostak

For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beautiful Day Important Light Love
Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beg Breathe Drink Myself Prayer Pride Water Worth
I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.
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Drown Love Ocean Relationship Sex Time Water
I can truly see myself in that light, the green iris of my eye like a jungle, full of life. And when snow covers the green, and my skin looses its color I crave that wilderness in my eye.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Eyes Life Light Myself See True Wild
And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.
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Herself Love Worth
Hatred conquers the sea in which is growing thee them tiny pearls struggling a little trying to solve the final riddle.
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Growth Hate Sea Struggle
I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beautiful Cry Myself Self Love
I feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.
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Breathe Feeling Myself Presence Touch
Carrying the weight of my mistakes I burst into flames that hurt my skin.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Carry Flame Hurt Mistake Myself Skin
Oh, how I wish you were here bathing in the silky sheets of my dreams, your lips on mine a flame and wine smoke in the air clouds filled with thoughts oh, how I long for your skin and touch.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Dreams Fantasy Flame Lips Myself Skin Touch Yourself
Curled up in a ball slowly shutting down as my body is being devoured by those ugly, fearsome monsters that have lived in my guts ever since I could remember.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Anxiety Body Fear Live Mental Monster Myself Remember Ugly
The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Beautiful Myself Mystery Night Silence Soul
We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Bed Hands Love Sky Summer Talk Togetherness
Peace is when I am cuddled up in a snug wool blanket with a hot coffee in hand without worry in mind, so I can dream about red sunsets and the scent of warm, sun kissed bodies.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Body Coffee Dreams Hands Kissing Mindset Peace Worry
Each and every bad seed counts, for even if they don’t survive or grow too beautifully, a bad seed allows you to re-evalutate the others and appreciate them even more.
ZUZANNA SZOSTAK

Allow Bad Beautiful Count Growth Seed Survive Yourself
Do you recognize your voice, the one that’s coming from your own mouth, when words are forming on your tongue?
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Recognition Voice Word Yourself

Blissful comfort of pain and sorrow ravishes my rationality and drinks up my hope, for even thee whom I romanticize so deeply leaves me in a pool of intrusive thoughts telling me no matter what I say or do even the mirror despises you.

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Blissful comfort of pain and sorrow ravishes my rationality and drinks up my hope, for even thee whom I romanticize so deeply leaves me in a pool of intrusive thoughts telling me no matter what I say or do even the mirror despises you.

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