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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
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Love that is forced to be kept in quiet corners is the one that hurts the loudest I am tired of being their secret the blood & the bones
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• siren song • I broke my own rules for youcoming up above the waterto seek out the lightand you were theresearchinglost or so I thoughtI swam in our sea of sin and wanted it to mean somethingunintentionally coming undoneexposed one buttonone seamone thread at a timeunveiled and laid out bare so you could lose…
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these deaths I have survivedunder mountains carriedwith a weight that wouldbury most menand here I amone footthen anotherI will not succumbto the fear or to failuresometimes I am merely rusty metal creaking threatening to come unhingedbut bravery never needed stability and sowe march ever forwardbearing downcarrying onsilently battlingwhether the war iswith themor within the blood&…
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You have filled the space in me that was barren, bleeding and broken thank you for this. But if I don’t close the door on what I can’t have, I’ll never open it to something that I could. the blood & the bones
The Blood & The Bones 