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 Jan 2018 Existential me
victoria
Re-ject-ion
I can’t even type it whole
I’ve never said it out loud
I’ve whispered it
Like some people whisper the
word ***
But I’ll never be bold enough
to just say it
It’s the most heart wrenching
word ever created
It consumes my every thought
Yet I refuse to acknowledge it
exists
I prefer the words desired, accepted, loved.

I do not want this word Re-ject-ion
I live to dream
To be spirited away
Every night a new delight
Made and unmade
Infinitely creating
My birthright of light
Not nearly finished but a start or and end depending
I write
To romance
Myself
People often wonder who I write poetry for or about. The answer is simple. Me. Just me. There is no great love. I write what I would like to hear. It is that simple.
Life isn’t about what you’ve done in the past.
It’s about what you are doing now.
Your lips, two neutron stars
Colliding bliss

My life, your effigy
For just one kiss
I really have no words,
N o    w o r d s,
   N o    w o r d s,
Left for you my dear.
And it feels like
I am speaking a thousand stars worth
Right now
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