I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.
GEMMA IVERSENHe loves me. He loves me not. Perhaps I’m one that fate forgot. Perhaps I wasn’t made for this, to lose myself in love’s first kiss.
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To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.
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Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.
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And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.
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I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.
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And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
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And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
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Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
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Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
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A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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