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I’m not sorry That I loved you with everything I had That I gave you every inch of my soul That I loved you more than I knew could exist That I made love to you one last time Despite everything that had happened I’m not sorry That I wasn’t stronger after we lost the baby That I fell apart when everything had come together That I cracked and revealed all the ways we were broken That I could not be the rock for us Even though you couldn’t either I’m not sorry That I was myself That I would not walk on eggshells That I would not be disrespected That I had and opinion and a voice Even though it made you leave I am sorry for the pieces of me you could not love I am sorry we ended when we said forever I am sorry that we never got our family I am sorry I let you down in any way that I did I am sorry that love turned out to be conditional. Even though I never thought it was.
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
I'm not sorry
Clouds of Ash                       soot                           cinders smoother our lungs, and choke our souls My blaze, once contained                                           loving                                                  warm Erupted into something wild, Something burning completely out of control. Ive seared every inch of you to blisters                                                                  to bleeding                                                                               to exhaustion. I took, unwaveringly so, to feed my flames, to feed their insatiable destruction. My love and passion, once demonstrated, turned                                                      to madness                                          to deafening                                   to draining Fire took ever inch of us. I watch now helplessly as the Ash disintegrates                  taking to the wind                  dissolving in the air The Earth, our foundation now lies scorched                                                                       seared                                                                                and baren.                           I desperately pray for rain, or a mighty Phoenix                                      ANYTHING to regenerate the beauty                                                            the growth.                                      I desperately pray, for a second chance                                                               from you.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
My Destruction
Clouds of Ash                       soot                           cinders smoother our lungs, and choke our souls My blaze, once contained                                           loving                                                  warm Erupted into something wild, Something burning completely out of control. Ive seared every inch of you to blisters                                                                  to bleeding                                                                               to exhaustion. I took, unwaveringly so, to feed my flames, to feed their insatiable destruction. My love and passion, once demonstrated, turned                                                      to madness                                          to deafening                                   to draining Fire took ever inch of us. I watch now helplessly as the Ash disintegrates                  taking to the wind                  dissolving in the air The Earth, our foundation now lies scorched                                                                       seared                                                                                and baren.                           I desperately pray for rain, or a mighty Phoenix                                      ANYTHING to regenerate the beauty                                                            the growth.                                      I desperately pray, for a second chance                                                               from you.
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I built my own cage, I’m the designer of my own prison I twisted the metal till my hands bled working every wire into a bar I fastened every bolt and every ***** meticulously trapping myself there I marked you as my salvation and the truth is you were only a figment of my imagination I controlled this place you were not my executioner and I’m free to leave so free but i can’t if you asked me to stay I would be dammed to say no one cadence one word one syllable stay. thats all the effort you’d ever have to put in tell me that magic phrase Ill lock this door behind me forever.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
This Prison
Bitterness beseeches every GROTESQUE Inch of me Thoughts of your light enveloping my existence in a condemnation of sabotaging dreams. I am the dark queen, and you, you are my ghost. Haunting me perilously. The destruction of my kingdom is welcomed. Dismantle Decimate Destroy. Poison me with ANY Affliction. I welcome the cardinal sins of my evocations. Blasphemy of my soul Awakened and stripped Of us, leaving me Welcoming the blackness.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
The Dark Queen Chronicles. Part 1
The words echo in my mind read a hundred times Over and over every parallel burdens me. I was once captivated by your words, the uniqueness in your voice somberly I feel the despair in pressing every word to my lips I foolishly thought my self a rose, but only a daisy  in a field  I am.                                  Cherishing moments of repetition,                                     Deliberately restated without hesitation.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Daisy
I’m cancer, can’t you realize this?         Toxic and out of control. You don’t need me, you’ll need chemotherapy.         Why don’t you run?                 You need to run. Those innocent glassy eyes Staring in my direction with anticipation.         Why me? I’m ugly on the inside.         Black with decay, and broken dishes. I’m despicable and disastrous. You have nothing to gain from me         But everything to lose. I will sink my teeth into your heart         only to heal my own                 leaving you brittle and broken. Why won’t you head my warning? I’m a giant caution sign, but here you sit.         You must want to be abused and dismantled.                 Do you think you will enjoy this brand of torture? Do you think there is something deeper?                                                         Theres not. I’m cancer.         I’m hate.                 I’m full of black decay.                         I’m ugly when you crack me open. That’s all I’ll ever be.
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
This Is Your Warning.
I've felt guilt and I've felt shame. Never together but both the same. Blankly stare with hope from Sane, trapped in this prison bundled in blame. I've felt guilt and I've felt shame, both together and never the same.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Guilt and Shame.
Maybe I'll date him. That guy who looks like you. Maybe when he laughs he'll get those dimples just like yours. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll smell just like you. Maybe the way he will look at me will be the same as you. Maybe even the cigarettes he smokes will be the exact same as yours. Maybe I'll get lucky and get to date another you. His eyes are different than yours though. They're not brown like yours. His hair doesn't fall just right like yours either. But maybe he'll be enough like you. Maybe when I close my eyes I can pretend its you again. They'll all just be place holders for you anyway... Maybe... I should just go to another Starbucks.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Walking into Starbuck.
Spinning in circles Breathing your scent Warmed by your love. You mean everything. Everything. I will love you through anything. Anything. My soul is yours and the canter of our union rises We belong to each other a thousands times over. Forever. You please me, in everything. I love you. We are not the mistakes we’ve made. We are the love we give each other. We are not the problems that we face. We are stronger together.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
We are not what we have done.
I try to be logical I try to feel normal I do everything I can to stop but as the insanity takes hold I feel myself       spiraling             spiraling                   into oblivion Where I once met you You were a salvation but now I lay here comatose on our floor Once bathed in love Once cemented by commitment breaks             spins down Barely breathing I wait                               forever I'll wait The cold runs through me, the beating slows to a stop.                                           Stagnate. Ill do anything for you But move from this position this. position. Im here. Here until the end. I couldn’t move if I tried. No one exists but you!       broken.             feeble.                   I love you. No one can move me, but you.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
Hanging On With Hope.