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HomeI just want to live in a cute little apartment with my boyfriend. I want a place that is just for us, where no one can bother us. I want to hang art on our walls that he will not fully appreciate. I want to have a little nook in the corner that I’ll call the library where I can sit and read. I want a couch we can cuddle on while we watch tv. I want a kitchen table where we can sit down across from each other for the meals he cooks, because he is too picky for me to cook for him. I want a bed to share with him, where our legs will tangle together in the sheets. I want a living room where we can sway together to the soft melodies he singsHome by ~poisonxmuffin
Sing To MeI had loved you a long time. Over a year, then.Sing To Me by ~poisonxmuffin
and I was loving you more every day;
Every day we spent together, every day apart.
But then, that morning you sang to me –
the first time I truly heard your voice.
I had woken up with a song in my head
And I sang to you what I could remember,
my voice too soft, too shy; wobbly and sleepy,
But I faltered after a few lines,
unable to recall the rest.
But there you were to finish it for me.
Your voice should have been full of sleep –
raspy and hoarse and flat.
But God, it was the most beautiful thing
I had heard in my life. and in that moment
the only thing in my heart was
You
His Body Is A SymphonyHis breath against my earHis Body Is A Symphony by ~poisonxmuffin
is composed of gasps and sighs;
It seems too quick for sleep,
but perchance he is dreaming.
Of monsters or madness,
of mysteries or mishaps.
I hope they are sweet,
and they are of me, perhaps.
He shifts against me in his slumber,
and as he twists to face away from me
Crepitus erupts from his vertebrae
in a series of muffled pops and cracks.
And I can hear his stomach
grumble once from afar, complaining
because we had forgotten dinner.
I place my hand against his abdomen,
As if to apologize for its hunger.
His heart drums a steady beat
throughout the night;
a comforting rhythm that
reassures
Sleepless NightsO Sleep! Will thou ever come back to me?Sleepless Nights by ~poisonxmuffin
Since Autumn's threshold I've scarcely seen thee.
I spend my evenings accomplishing tasks:
Homework, chores, anything anyone asks
These obligations cause me such stress,
I simply wish to have a little rest.
All I want is to curl up in my bed
And for dreams of things to invade my head.
But Alas! it is not meant to be.
School, that devil, lays its claim unto me.
Emotional 
Sta.sh
