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Loving you is like making peace with the version of myself I was never allowed to be.And accepting that I’ll never be more than this or what I thought was better than what I am in my own skin.Greater than all of that, is the fact that it is a blessing, not a curse as
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mouth. God gave me a mouth for many thingsfor taking infor savoringfor expressionfor voicing what I wantand more importantlywhat I need and what I’m saying to you now is you shouldmake mebegfor it the blood& the bones
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if. It wasn’t ever really about love with you. Instead, it was about need and urges and quieting the bellowing beast and bloodlust inside both of us. What if I feel this way forever? What if I never feel this way again? the blood& the bones
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anges et demons. He wasn’t anything like all the others I’d known. Rather, he was a man of experience. He’d definitely seen some things and he’d done even more. That’s what drew me in, I think. The fact that he had observed evil and good in contrast and in motion. That kind of grounding and
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What he does not know about me could fill a library of books. He just thinks I’m one of those lost souls that was never understood. He’s right but there is so much more he can’t know. That what he feels for me won’t let him see. Like how I am sitting here in this
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I often reminisce on when you would not take no for an answerthe brutality of being wanted that muchand how that desirewhich said you will not deny mestarted the fire that burned on the pyre time and distance had built for usfeeding the flameseach time you spread me open and pushed apart my reluctance or
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myself. when we are herelike thisall skin and heart and sexI feel more like myselfthan I ever do otherwiselike belonging has settled down in the seat beside melike purpose and the person I want and try to behave finally arrivedand will not be tempted to leaveshe asks for a home hereshe wants to belong to
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I am no Godbut when you feel lostwhen you know notwhat to believeI will gladly beyour place of worship the blood& the bones
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the game. it’s amusing to mehow you know I’ll do itand so do Ibut we play this gamewhere I say nothen your voice fills with stern demandand you hands turn into weaponsI wish it wasn’t sothat maybe sometimes the give in mewould arrivewithout such force or ultimatumbut my Godit is so much more deliciouswhen you
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I know he is with us now and now two has become three. But when it was just you and I, we were still a family to me. We were unmade beds And toys always in the tub We were rainy puddles on the slanted porch A yard full of weeds I never had time
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The Blood & The Bones 