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  Aug 2019 'Melia
Danielle
You're my favorite kind of thief,
stealing my heart,
but letting me be.
'Melia Aug 2019
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                                      ­                 Two
                                                   rhythmic
                                            hands       ­ work
                                     together.            seamless
                                   ­   routine                creation
                              ­   of pristine                patterns.
                                    life sewn              stitch by
                                           stitch.            nimbly        
                                                inter       laced
                                                   into   your
                                                      fabric
                                                        and
                                                        you
                                                         mi
                                                          n
  ­                                                        e
       ­                                                    .
                                                           .
                                                           .

Needle points of time
threading tighter
more succinct
on the brink
of a fine
work of art
to cloak and comfort
even whilst apart

Despite it all
doubt and difference
weaved it's way in

Isn't it funny
how taking out one
can unravel the whole

until all that's left is that endless thread
that you use
to string me along
'Melia Aug 2019
Am I your home,
or your happy place?

I’ll spell it out.

Home is a place you feel comfortable.
It’s a natural
Habitual location
Of which to return.
                It’s full of
Memorable marble in
Every direction,
it’s halls having been tread through
countless times.

step
        by
             step

The walls have been a gradual work of art
stacked on with tangible squares
of people and places you care
about so much you wish them to be
in your peripheral daily routine.
Hand-held history.

A happy place

is what you think of
anywhere,
a transferable escape,
a geographical area,
an influential individual,
a conjuring of a fantasy,
of a sweet past pure point in time
that grounds you.

I don’t know if I’m either for you,
but I know
I’m not both.
Perhaps,
I’m snippets.

I’m comfortable, familiar, full of moments
of shared audible joys
tastes and touches.

I'm a fantasy,
an imagined form of who
you
wish me to be.
you
return to me
time and time again.
I'm familiar.
I feel right at home.

So kick your feet up
r  e  l  a  x,
loosen.
Now, sweetheart,
tell me about your day.
Tell me about
what you think of
to escape me.
'Melia Aug 2019
dim
How confusing
How saddening
you see
I am putting out my own light
and quenching yours
simultaneously
'Melia Jul 2019
You tuck my hair behind my ear
I tuck that memory in my pocket

now my hair falls in my face
sight compromised
because you're not there

wet salty hair
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