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Dear Me, I am writing this to you, in hopes, that somehow maybe time will learn to bend, and that perhaps 20 or maybe even 30 years will not be wasted. I know how you hate yourself. And how often you look in the mirror and all you see are the things you wish you…
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bruised. she feels the most alluringjust beforeintactuntouchedbut I say nono becauseunhindered perfectionnever suited my mind or my bodyit is better when handledwhen dealt withleft in breathless disarraymauled, battered, flushedred handprints framing slopes and curvespurple streaks within a gold rushtake, give, grab, releasethe skin at the endthe story of the strugglethis is when I am the…
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i was yourscompletelyand all the whileyou wereeveryone else’s the blood& the bones I gave right down to my marrow. I was all of yours holding nothing back for myself. I thought this was the way. And while now I see this was my first mistake, as I was so focused on making sure you knew…
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without end. when you tied the knotswhen you pulled the leathertautyou had no intention of leaving meconfinedforever yet here I amstillboundto youto what you tookto how it feltto what you leftalthough the spot is long cold where you used to exist I cannot forget youand there is no chance of replicationwith any other of what…
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a need. I can see how, in life, being a controlled impassive male would be beneficial. I am quite sure the reticent and even restricted man is an easier route to pursue. And how he would think the wisest move is to be one who’s self governance protects him from indulgent pleasure and his heart…
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he arrived slowlyI’ll admitand mostlyI was still runningagainst my better judgementhe caught upand unexpectedlycame out in frontand then the placethat was always vacantwhere only impossible stoodbecame undeniablyfull of himand now there is no thoughtof futureor of today evenwhere my hand is not in his the blood& the bones
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truth. they own pieces of you I’ll never touchimpulsive moves, impulsive lovetheir reminders plain upon your skin, your heart, your tonguewhat is it that you really want?I fear I am too differentI wait in hesitation and old woundsI say nothing but I’m splitting myself right throughwith words of uncertainty and self hatred equally matched in…
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you may not understand me how I have been conditioned made to go without, to accept longing as permanent to feel as if I was always too much in a world that likes control I believed them so I made my mouth tiny, my hands small, my back bent I held the words and desires…
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There is a life I want. It’s very clear to me. It was not shared with anyone beyond a certain point. I was ok with it. You are here now and I am not sure where you fit. I never was but I was rewriting it as we went along as best I could. Even…
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How did you know? How did you know how to touch my skin and hold my body with concentrated care, with a grip meant for harder things when required and softer when I am coming down from the mountain top, from the sun beams we soared together to meet? How did you know how to…
The Blood & The Bones 