I love him. So much. To the point where you won’t understand. You don’t get it because I don’t get it. It’s there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it’s always there. And when you find love like that, you don’t want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That’s the hard part.
August 2016
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i wade with a dream
you between my knees
a kiss between the eyes
happiness runs
it only lasts so long
i stand before you
the doors you spin
all the things i said, i meant
all the things i yelled, i lied
i loved you, i never said
until it went bad
the things i regret
fill buckets
you were one
as i was another
you fell in love
as i stayed out
i fell in
as you fell out
the tears caress
my body descends
i hurl with hatred
for things i did
things i could’ve said
but the choice is not to regret
we could’ve, we should’ve, but we didn’t
so we move on instead
things linger
the grasp of his hands
laughs in the night
tumbles down vegas hallways
i love you, i said
i meant
i forgave you
again and again
but the year and a half
you took it out on me
when i only ever wanted
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You don’t need them. It’s that simple. But for some reason it’s complex. It’s difficult. It’s dangerous. We can’t seem to fathom it.
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i tumble for two
the poetry was for one
i consumed his being
licked the blood clean
from the scars
he sliced for me
dicing my heart in a blender
holding things together
for nothing other than my own
i play in the sanity i once knew
the abuse consumes
hatred i’m used to
his tendencies bruise
like the wounds i left too
i skip to a beat
heart i wiped clean
color he stripped of me
the bipolar was nature
eyes which lacked hatred
now sadness and hazy
like the ocean which roars
rapids that tango your feet
i loved him plenty
a dozen times too far
the respect he gave
was never quite near
and always an inch too faremotional abuse
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tears with a tune
a swollen eve
the meadow in the distance
to cry when you sleep
i sling with a haze
yellow stricken yesterday
ears shaded
voices caving
a hostile sheen
words which feign
for your soul
before your legs
could take you so far
i used to
twirl beneath the edges
of your soul
carry you for a distance
the sour soaking hurt of a bee
who used to sting my please
burn my arms
to drag whole
we danced atop flowers
with broken ankles
and wickless candlesbee stings
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I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.
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i feel it fading
four times too far
the body caves
in a reach for yesterday
i pause with release
the chemicals run through
pulse within my brain
the burn, it pulls
i scar with ease
the feelings which used to–
i feel used, too
we dance with a string
he pulls for release
yet it twines backwards
he calls, i ignore
he cries, i go forth
he ran with a string
i couldn’t breathe
we tangoed too far
he knew i’d run
thus farto go another day
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he fell out
while i fell in
twirling to death
succumbing to death
he plays in blood
the bath of ever
apples and knives
love so divine
i scream pleasures
throwing onto
our bodies go round
finding ourselves
in a world of sorrow
neutrals and shades
life bent at the knees
we groove with a sigh
arms laid to side
i loved his lies
the hate insidearms laid to side
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