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I used to think of us as a burning house a place falling to ruin that I would run into time and time again to try and say what I loved I see now through the smoke that took a decade to clear that you were the burning house and I couldn’t have saved you…
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I have a lot of questions Mostly, at this stage of my life, I want to ask Who takes care of the motherless daughter? The one who takes care of everyone else.. When the test results come back When she gets the house or the ring or the call When she feels lost When the…
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Sometimes revenge of the heartis best served in the words of a songallowing the lyrics to dowhat silence could not it will outlive the momentit will travel farther than the pridethat suppressed the releasethe no contact, the absencethe rules I set with a forced handwhen the first red flag is waved memory is its accompliceshe…
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I wrote everything I could about the way it felt To move forward or dig my heels in To survive with or without motion To love when I was terrified To be what I needed to when it was not who I was To make courage into words and stone out of mud I wrote…
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He missed that life. The one that left dried blood under his fingernails and adrenaline pumping through him like lightening. And when he met me, he knew that I could become something like that for him. Except now the blood would be mine and the absolute need for violence would be rewarded to me when…
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I can’t help it… Is it an addiction? The way I seek it out.. The feeling of making them feel good for the first time in a long time.. Or ever even. I know that I get high on it. I know it fills the hunger and lust inside me. Being the one that shows…
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I had this dream last night.It is still with me.I dreamt a child I had known died.I passed it to my mother.My mother who died four years ago. She held it.She held in a way I would not have seen before.Close, careful, patient.She held it for a moment and said “this child is not gone.”As…
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It wasn’t ever really about love with you Insteadit wasneedhungerurges It was jumping off the edgeit was licking a woundand soothing the bloodlust inside both of usit was quieting a bellowing beastno one else could see I have kept this space empty that may always be yours Who else could do what we did? And…
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I didn’t mean for “maybe in my next life” to become my mantra but here I am going against the very religion of my upbringing and praying reincarnation exists as if pretending this is enough for now will soften the sharp pang of that hunger after each disappointment quietly quitting the hunt for the thing…
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look at the violence I have done to my own starving heart just to feel something I could make believe is love let that be enough to prove that I should never be trusted with someone else’s even so he said he knew that quietly beneath the cage of my ribs the words can still…
The Blood & The Bones 