far too manyspeak aboutwhiskeythey have neverpouredand bloodthey have nevertasted the blood& the bones Loss they have never endured.. triggers never pulled … words never spat in their enemy’s faces. Far too many lack the courage but understand this.. I am not one of them.

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They will say all the right things.. and do all the right things.. and be all the right things.. Tempting me. Making me want to fall into waiting arms. To be gentle again. Forgiving even. To receive love and to give it. And I want to. I really do. But I can’t.. I can’t because

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Yes sir. Do you know the weight of these words?And how when I say them I am giving myself to you? Knowing that I can let go and you will never let me fall farther than I can safely go. That you will always catch me. I am held in your best interest as well

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We don’t often talk about how it has saved us. How there were so many days where the quiet was too loud and the thoughts would creep in about closing the book and saying goodbye. But we realize just as quickly that we have no right to pass this hurt onto others with our absence.

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They ask me how I became so unbreakable… And I tell them.. Everything that made me comfortable made me weak. Every time I told myself I could not bear the weight I became weaker. One day I realized that harder times would just keep coming. So, I felt that I must force myself into the

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I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Blue eyes..Blue hair..And that grin.That crooked pillow of lips held somewhere between demure and demonic.. She sits there like a whole cerulean universe waiting patiently and yet demanding me to explore her .. conquer her even. And I will. I have to, truth be told. I have no choice

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love is a targetpain a bulletand this fearrelentless and rustedfestering and heavythis fearthis cripplingfucking fearis the gun the blood& the bones

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I know that sex sellsbut so does painthey eat it upas you use these pageslike bandages you’re just lookingfor some kind of mend and they’re just hereto get highor hardor slither vicariouslyin the secondhand healingas you bleed bright redcries for help or loveor even just understanding while they beg for morejust one more score addicted

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Give me an all consuming passion or give me nothing… I cannot, will not, refuse to do a mundane spiritless existence without overwhelming desire and uncontrollable impulsivity when it comes to love. I must have a raging fire in both you and me.. I must be your gasoline and you mine or I will suffocate

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