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.
GEMMA IVERSENTo 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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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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Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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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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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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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 don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
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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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I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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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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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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How are you yet to learn? I don’t want grand gestures. I don’t want the world on a plate, the best life has to offer, material things or flashy gimmicks. I just want you with me.
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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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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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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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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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