I’ll never know if it was figuratively or literally when he said I drove him crazy.
August 2015
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his fingers caressed
touching your soul
making you whole
yet lingering beneathwith trickles of
we moved like fluid
in and over
everywhere and scatteredhe killed with kindness
dragged you upon highways
spoke with loveliness
while throwing you into lonelinessa crevice of desire
with words too precise
three times enough
arrogance which could slicedice of the moment
two beings turned liquid
we were, but ever
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I went with it and ran, but ended up dragging him until we were too deep in the canyon to find our way out.
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our stride against
how we rescind to quit
but go with
transcend through
dance upon the windintensity blocks
cherishes
washes us abroad
leaving us armless
along the starshow we did
how we could
the way we lived
with sweet kisses
but poisonous nectarhand in hand
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Give second chances, third chances, but not a fourth, a fifth, a sixth and so on. Appreciate yourself and understand your worth – know it takes time for people to change, to become better. But know what you can take and what you deserve.
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I, too, was fiercely independent and thought I could make two equal four.
