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Requiem in the vineyard

He left.
He took with him bottles of tears that had grown old and fine like wine and he would have not enjoyed it a glass at a time but rather bottle by bottle until he got drunk on the tears and he would have given himself a pat on the shoulder because aged tears taste so nice and he was a man of fine wine.
He would have rested his large back on a soft cushion in a hotel room and purred in pleasure as he remembered pressing people like grapes to collect those tears of different varieties and keep them for years in expensive oak barrels.
Expensive oak barrels. He was charming like that.
He was a fine wine and steak man. He would chew up steak the same way he would chew up your dreams and swallow them whole into his round belly and he would laugh and he would sleep a lot and he would press, and press, and turn you into food and wine.
He left.
Her cheeks were dry for a long time and her dreams grew big like ancient trees and she must have hoped he would never come back, but memory…

Like sunshine

You have a right to be loved my friend. You have a right to be sheltered into someone's chest and kept away from bad tongues and wild creatures.
The sun wants to kiss your skin, lovely, the sun wants to kiss your eyelids and make you feel warm inside. You have a heart like springtime, my friend. Your smile is a flower in full bloom, it has grown from damp, dark earth. Your smile is rose scented like my favourite perfume. Your sunshine smile.
You deserve love my friend.
Of the kind that wants you whole, the kind that drinks you like a glass of cold water in a hot working day. The kind that wouldn't share.
You deserve love my friend, slow, old fashioned love of the kind that takes you to dinner in a jazz bar by the beach and walks at sunrise. Love for which, the sun never sets. My dear, you deserve nothing less, than beautiful things.
The way you play with the light, sunny thing, was made to be deeply admired by eyes that are nothing less than sincere. Please, don't sto…

Broken hearts can't be sealed.

The first time you looked at me your nose blushed and your eyes became even darker.
There is a gentle light in your dark eyes and the way your smile forms shyly when you lay on your back, arm wrapped around me. Your lips barely moving but your face lights up. I'm an achievement unlocked.
The first time you looked at me you undressed me from my insecurities and we started something of a dance. One step forward, one step back. Two steps back.
My love, my love, the way you look at me when we are alone, is not everything.
The world will not let us sleep for longer than we need. My essay won't write itself, my best friend is waiting for me, you never liked each other.
The world will not let us wake up at our own pace. You have to leave before 9am and listen to a lecture on lights and angles that have nothing to do with the sparkle in your eyes.
My love, the way you want me when we are alone is not all of me.
Your friends will laugh with you about last night, they might tell yo…