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a poem

By Ella ValentinePublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read

You had not expected this—

the astronomical speed of time’s passing

the pound pound pound

of a hungry heart that’s

dying of stagnation,

the torrent of

moments turned meteorite

burning through the ether

of your skin.

You want me to tell you we’ll get used to this:

The endless mental

gyrations and the hotel fucks,

How they’re never enough.

I made no such promises—

I rolled up the carpet so we could dance:

Everyone’s watching,

Everyone’s curious,

Everyone’s holding their breath

But we didn’t give a damn:

We danced in Downtown, Culver and Hollywood,

Santa Monica and Mexico

You’re the road

that drives the car

through this open city you used to hate and now love

Your hands are frantic but you try to find the right radio tune

as if music meant more than it did

My fingertips dipping into your collarbone

You know you’ll be in pain tomorrow but you want to keep going

You swallow my heart and flee—

Lying on my sofa, eating pasta and drinking wine that tastes like you - like peach juice, I realize I’ve ruined everything by saying it out loud

Tell me it’s March

It’s March and we’re here together - invincible,

exploding with

sweat and cum.

love poems

About the Creator

Ella Valentine

A poet and screenwriter based between NYC, LA and London. I'd love to connect with fellow creatives - feel free to reach out to me!

Twitter: @_EllaValentine

Instagram: ella.vn

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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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  1. Heartfelt and relatable

    The story invoked strong personal emotions

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  • Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago

    I really love it. ❤️

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