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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.



But the roses have wilted,
And the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty,
And my wrist are stained red.
You told me once,
  " I love you."

At first I believed it.
But when you turned your back on me,
I saw what you've been hiding.

The hurt that washed over me.
The shattering sounds I hear in my heart.

The words you spoke
  I no longer believe.

Your love was a lie
I can not defeat.
I admit,
I am very
physical and passionate.
Emotional?
Maybe not on the outside,
but I am.
Deep inside,
I truly do yearn for
love.
I believe in fidelity.
But underneath
the secretive and mysterious
nature
that I am,
resides a romantic streak
with an incredibly
sensuality.
All I ask for is patience.
 Apr 2015 CJ Hattingh
authentic
I want to get drunk with you
Allow our intoxicated senses to take flight
Speak all the words we are afraid to say with a sober mind
For fear that we might actually believe each other
I want to fall, stumble accidentally into your lap
Let us think back on times I did it on purpose
When you pulled me into you
When things were so much easier
We are playing the same game but describing it in different words
This toy of text messages cutting into my throat
I endeavor to remember that we are only friends
I know that I should be over this by now
But I want to get drunk with you
To tell you that I am not
And god sent forth his most beautiful angel
in order to help me clear my head.
But I ripped her halo off and ***** her instead.

And the devil sent forth his most cunning succubus
in order to make me drop dead.
But I held her horns like handlebars when I took her to bed.
 Apr 2015 CJ Hattingh
mk
confined to four blank walls my whole life
my soul untethered, my hands chained to walls
escaping through my own mind time after time
wondering what the outside world must look like
I’ve always been a dreamer, a romantic, a fantasist
I try to escape, I fail, I try again
my legs are ****** and my abdomen scarred
there are marks of defeat on my face
and a fire burning in my eyes
for no life is truly lived if it is not lived free
and no death is truly death, if it sets you free

so burn me to ashes and turn me to flame
then scatter me across the globe
may tulips grow from my empty eye sockets
and roses between my ribs
may apple trees grow from my fingers
and old ferns from my neck
sprinkle me in the deepest river
and toss me in the valleys of snow
empty me into the soil and let me grow
and once that is done, I will finally be able to see
the world I’ve always dreamt of coming to me
in death I will find my living
and in death I will find my peace
*light me on fire
and set me free
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