Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
GEMMA IVERSENI 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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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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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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But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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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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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 demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.
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Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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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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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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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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Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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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.
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