Asia Blue
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At night, we play God. The streets aren’t loud, but they aren’t empty. A bus hisses three blocks away. A drunk takes the intersection like a man accepting applause, half‑bowing to no one, convinced the street was built for him but always falls short of jester. This is when we decide: Who looks lost. Who…
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Irony speaks for me I let him chart me, no compass, no true consent. Just the burden of hands where permission was pretend. Somewhere in my body, his lips are still habit. There was a gentleness in him, a boyhood, iridescent by morning, gone by noon. He didn’t guard himself when…
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The tilt of you, the fractures where the light slips in. I trace your doubts like constellations. Your mistakes beg for reverence, a desperate proof of life. I shaped you into a vision without weight, perfection hollowing all meaning until I warped your memory just to survive. There is no hesitation in standing bare, skin…
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I once lived in the warmth of brown eyes, Believing they held all the light I needed. A gaze that wrapped my world in quiet surrender, Whispering promises, bending reason. But in a single moment, the color shifted, And what I knew unraveled into blue. Brown dissolved into a distant echo, While blue became the…
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I used to think that love could make time stop, but he taught me that time is irrelevant. He could infuriate me like no one else, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more exasperated with another human being. Still, I could never bring myself to intentionally hurt him. The fear of missing out on…
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“I am a woman first, a dreamer second, and a lover when it is safe to be so.” Asia~Blue
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One of my favorite quotes comes from a letter John Steinbeck wrote to his hopelessly romantic son. In it, he reminds him that love is real if he believes it to be so and encourages him to embrace it without fear. Steinbeck speaks tenderly about the many forms love can take, from selfish and cruel…
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6 AM again. Sleep is a stranger, and the city is starting to stir. Boats slide past my window like ghosts. I feel like the Phantom of Pier 45. The echoes of past lovers whisper I love you in my mind, even as my eyes open to new ones, ones nothing like those before. What…
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I brought you to the water to forget. The sunset danced on our letters; Love rusted away. Lost boys, we wasted time playing fools. Your shadow in my peripheral impedes reason, Though your ghost is kind. I leave you to Neverland. -AB Song of the night – Butterflies by Sia
Wishful Thinking 