But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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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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Stay with me on this long night, til the dawn turns crow skies bright. Bring your skin to join with mine, and make in me a transient shine.
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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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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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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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Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
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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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You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
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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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With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.
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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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