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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

Gemma Iversen

I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Audacity Feeling Myself Short
I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Act Confession Language Light Mindset Myself Room Silence Soul Teasing
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 IVERSEN

Hard Time Life Myself Remember Struggle Time
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.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Doubt Inspirational Seed Strength Suspicious Worry
Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Bright Myself Need Seek Warm Water
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.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Body Burn Darkness Mirror Poetry Sacred See Temple Word
Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Angry Beautiful Person Study
Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Heart Kiss Lips Mindset Night Relationship Romance Yourself
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.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Arms Comfortable Myself Safety Search Skin
Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Day Myself Nature Need Switch
Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Appearance Beyond Brightness Deep Existence Happiness Myself
You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beautiful Charm Warm Yourself
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.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Hope Ignore Judgement Myself Name Reason
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Angry Fools Myself Reaction Shame
Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Break Color Myself Sorrow Surprise Wreckage

What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

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