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People can tell you they love you all day long. It’s not even difficult and you don’t even have to mean it. They can profess it in lyrics. They can fly it from a plane in the sky. They can take out a billboard. They can tell all their friends. They can shout it from…
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M – I have to bleed this out now so be patient with me. It won’t sound like poetry or prose. It may not even make sense but it is all that I have to give you now. I have tried to be patient, understanding, empathetic and all the things I could try to be…
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I wanted to write about you today. I wanted to write about loving you through to the other side but knowing that it was impossible. My words where jumbled up in clumps and clusters and they wouldn’t line up with where my heart was going so I didn’t. I tried. I stopped and started in…
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Car doors slam, lights flash. I always think it’s you. Tonight, more than ever, I hoped it would be. Maybe you’d have begged me. Maybe you would have made me believe you. Why can’t you ever stay? I don’t mean always physically. Emotionally and mentally you fade each time. I just can’t anymore. I don’t…
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Something I’ll never quite understand is how someone can know the really awful things you’ve been through and knowingly put you through pain again. How they can reopen the wounds you have stitched and licked and tried like hell to heal. Yet men do this quite a lot. I’m sure women do too but, as…
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That feeling just sits there. In the back of your throat. You cannot cry right now. No, you have to hold it in. Hold it down. Force that smile. Everyone thinks your beautiful. That you handle the chaos with class. But, inside, you are melting. You are slowly seeping into a puddle of yourself or…
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Did I have your heart for a little while? Or did you just have me fooled? I keep thinking it was real for a bit. Hoping. The alternative is that you used me. That I was a novelty. Just a bit of curiosity. And I’m not sure I could deal with that. That would destroy…
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Heartbreaker. No, not even close. That’s what they call me. That’s what they expect of me. They see the curve in my hips and the danger on my lips and they think, she’s trouble. They feel my sexual aura and they assume that I am just that.. sex and sultry.. cunning and cold. I am…
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sometimes it takes another to tell you of the poison slowly filling up your drink because you’ve been sipping it so long that you rely upon taste even if it’s slowly but surely robbing you of happiness was she the toxic mess that ruined your first ever after like she played a part in ruining…
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The Blood & The Bones 