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I withstand the pain
Because she needs me to bleed.
Brutal, mutual need.
Don't know where this one came from...pretty dark.
Don't underestimate the power of lust.
It can unmake you
Unmask you
Bury good intentions in a landslide of overwhelming want.
You switch from sister to *****,
Disregarding friendship, family,
Faith, hope, happiness,
None are a match for the dopamine high.
Now you're on a slippery *****,
A path to disaster,
Tumbling faster,
Losing rationality, perspective, judgement, humanity,
Succumbing to the hungry beast within.
You will resist, you may think you have it sussed,
But lust will always win.
:-)      We are the abbreviated people
Living our lives in short, loud bursts
On screens and through machines
Words are changed, made little, rearranged.
We are emoticons
Wearing a dead smile
Pretending to be happy
But *** and ***
We've lost so much.
Write with me
On walls and boards
And scented, silky paper.
Find your language, your voice
We'll rediscover what we were,
Articulate and complicated, full of words
If we write, we'll speak and feel
Indescribable, beautiful things
Unashamedly unabbreviated
More than a   :-(
Inspired by a beautiful poem about letters by Kelly Rose
A pearl is kissed; licked
By a gentle, questing tongue,
Ecstasy greets her.
Something is invading.
Squeezing slyly into the space where I store my most precious emotions.
It's squeezed out all the happiness, the hope.
I'm desperately trying to hold onto the best parts of my heart.

There's something that I need to cull.
The thing is a he.
He's poison to me, only to me,
'Amends' are impossible,
Contact is dangerous,
Reconciliation is a desperate dream that will lead to outright war.
My heart is sore.
My eyes are dry.

I love him, and I want to die.
I am trying so hard to be happy,
At times, I almost succeed.
I have a beautiful life
Filled with wonderful people,
Yet, my soul leans towards melancholy
Like a flower following the sun,
And will not be diverted.
I am opening up now,
Like the petals of that flower,
Hoping you will hear me.
I am tired of trying.
I need my kindred spirits
To lift me from despondency
And turn me to the light.
Your kiss was a blade
Slicing through my tender flesh
Carving up my heart.
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