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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

And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Choice Faith Happiness True Trust
Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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Angry Beautiful Person Study
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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Attitude Break Up Fly Freedom Lost Relationship Yourself
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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Darkness Fade Fear Lonely Need True Yourself
You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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Beautiful Charm Warm Yourself
He 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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Fate Forget Kiss Lose Love Myself Relationship
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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Love Night Relationship Sex Shine Skin Sky Stay
I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.
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Audacity Feeling Myself Short
Let me show you how words can make merriment from the most bitter melancholy. How words softly spoken, can heal even the most insidious of wounds.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Healing Sadness Soft Word Wound
Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.
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Bold Difference Experience Freedom Man Myself Relationship Tame Teaching Voice
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.
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Heart Kiss Lips Mindset Night Relationship Romance Yourself
I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
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Break Build Freedom Healing Myself Storm Wings
I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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Constitution Emotion Leadership Myself Rule Volatile
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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Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Body Hurt Myself Police Sound Writing
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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Arms Comfortable Myself Safety Search Skin
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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Home Life Myself Time
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
And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beneath Love Moon Stars
I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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Hold Myself Protection Warm World Yourself
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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Doubt Inspirational Seed Strength Suspicious Worry
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.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Body Bruise Guard Hold Lips Past Skin Writing
You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Deserve Love Worth Yourself
I couldn’t care less how much money a person has, or what their job title is. Show me a person who seeks out the beauty in a wreckage; who’ll take the remnants of their troubles and stitch a sail from the tatters.
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Beautiful Care Job Money Myself Person Relationship Wreckage Yourself
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.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Death Divine Hope Life Myself Rise Shine
I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beautiful Deliver Happiness Pain Verse Word Wrap
But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Cage Heart Myself Protection

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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