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ryder-mcentyre
Two hearts In chains Falling Spinning Forgetful Tenderness The audacity of a love To enchain in servitude Hapless abandon, simple Bonds, release me once, Retain me twice, forgo Familiar and seek only What you cannot keep Under flashlight blankets. You'll be happy now. Tenderness Forgetful Spinning My reluctance for woe In a broken beat aligned With shared malevolence Above a degree of interest Served under heat lamp And wrapped inside my Own lack of ****** security While youthful lies quintessence Burn as match stroke. Meanwhile Falling In chains, Two hearts Relent to a subtraction Of fear for fear of fearing Again. While you grabbed My hands and I left stale, My crackling skin reflects A danger you can't hold, Curses you never asked For, beliefs beyond years, But before us both boldly Belies a simple question: Spinning, Forgetful, Tenderness, Does a closeness make? This time I'll keep an eye out For lessons learned, with the Worst things I ever felt. And now it's been so long, I wish could think clearly, But I messed things up. And I broke my heart.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
i would have jumped from something very high with you but i have more self worth than that and i just did it on my own instead
Don't get me wrong, I'll hold your silence That you gave them. It's not my noise to Expel, knowing dams May release a torrential Frond that I now choose Not to facilitate. You needed me, But I needed you Much more, but If I wasn't awake This might be too familiar, All the lights are on, it's my fault. I fell asleep again, too awake, Leaving lonely sheets to bake In a morning light no one appreciates We're both gone, and there's no one Who knows your power unfolding Across hapless subjects of your Own design. We will be erased. At least to me, every new innocence broken, Crashing against rocks of jealousy, tied to A dock built out of false promises to myself Begging the question, how do I begin again?
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
erasure by
raptures of months + delicate cloth wrappings, glancing at a pattern lit by soft plastic blinds letting the light in, like smoke through gutterless roof rainfall I’m drinking & it’s daylight dew; as permanent as inked paper, a stained-glass rorschach: standing for intensity, interpreted as love, absolved as growth we’ve been here before, you, the me i see when alone, and i, the we i feel when you lay bare, and we will be here again, oh luck.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Here