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My skin wrapped in the sin of it My neck adorned with the prettiest bow the blood & the bones
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Grief is the deepest kind of sadnessIt is reaching out to find nothingIt is talking to the sky and hoping to find you in the starsIt is looking for a butterfly when I am missing you or a cardinal swooping low across my pathGrief is regret and doubt and second guessingIt is the darkened rooms,
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when good would not find itself in the same room with you much less speak your name I still held you up as high as my arms could reach I still loved you just the same the blood & the bones • I saw you for who you wanted to be even when it was
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I am a happy person with a heavy soul. But I often keep that side of myself from others. Because of this, here is where I come to lay some of that down. Most people who know me in real life don’t ever see this side of me. Certainly not as in-depth unless they know
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it is an oceanthis griefit swells and it swayscoming and goingin the most torrential wavesI try to move awayand still it finds meon every shoreand pulls me under the blood& the bones
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• I will write todayor purgeor bleedor drinkor cumor rununtil my legsor my bodyor my willgives outbut somehowsomehowI have get this out of meeven if it meansbleeding myself dry cutting it awaythe confusionthe longingthe violencethe desirethe imminent lonelinessthe miserythe weight ofeverything and nothingI will rid myself of its heavinessI must set downto set me free
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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 even ever I want it to be me that shows you what it’s like to throb, to long for what you have waited and wasted
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I will only acceptthe love of the bravethose that gave intopassion and feelingeven though they wereterrifiedsuccumbingto the goodness of itjust as I willfor on both endsthis is the only lovethat suits me the blood& the bones
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You may not realize it, but to give someone your time, any small or large amount of it, is to give them a piece of yourself. Ensure you are giving those pieces to the right people. And that they are returning equal amounts. Be stingy with your time, your energy and even just your words
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I write about you sometimes still Like this one… You are gone from my life now You were a piece of shit That’s it That’s the poem.. the blood & the bones
The Blood & The Bones 