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This fucking rain.. it makes me melancholy and unsettled. And we’ve had so goddamned much of it the last 6 months. But, at least I’m writing and taking notice of things that I find beautiful and intricate and inspiring. And, most importantly, I am enjoying and exploring the silence within me and not drowning it
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Listen, when you finally find me you’ll worry, like you always do, that you’re too much. Too hard. Too hopeless. Too cold. You’ll feel the sugary sweetness and warmth of me and the open arms of my understanding and you’ll wonder if my skin is thick enough. If my tolerance has ever been truly tested.
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He would say.. She’s just a friend, crazy, no one, a colleague, an acquaintance, unstable, insignificant, someone who won’t go away. I don’t know why she’s calling.. texting..doing this.. saying that… And I loved him for a year. And he loved me. Behind closed doors and then in full view. Unofficially. Officially and back again.
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Deep purple, blood red Velvet thighs and parted lips Deeper, deeper darlin And deeper still Into you and unto me Crimson and black Washing over us You drank from me And I from you Limbs and lips Locked and loaded Feed me, feel me Fuck me, love me Made for me And I for you
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Today you said “we feel things differently” and for the first time in the year that I’ve known you, I thought of that as a bad thing. You see, up until now, I always thought that was one of the things that brought us together. Because, I feel the things you refuse to and you
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Today, I will not think of you This promise I give myself For you are no longer a part of me You’ve left and I felt the leaving All at once but in slow motion Yet, I stayed for quite some time Hand reaching out hopeful And even after time had passed You could still
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When we were young we tried to love I bit my tongue You stayed too long And when you ran Parts of me You stole away What I could not keep When you were gone The tempest came And just like a storm It always rained The hole too deep I could not dig These
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Dear Me, You keep letting him creep back in. You keep ending up hurt. You spend nights and days wondering why you do this to yourself. Because truly it is you allowing him to continue to take what suits him. And the return, at this point, is so fucking minimal, if there is any at
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When the day is over.. When my mind isn’t safely embraced by distractions. When sleep won’t come to me and release me.. When it is quiet and the minutes seem endless. When I cannot find anything to take my mind off of what once was. When there is nothing between the broken promises and the
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One of the reasons my last love left me because I loved him too much. Not in a bad way but in away he felt he could never compete with. And, while I don’t want to change myself, I wonder if loving too much will always be my curse? LL~
The Blood & The Bones 