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He set out to make her his
Broke her walls of protection and built a castle amongst the ruins
Violated her dreams and flew kites in the smoke of passion from the fire he left behind
He tore apart memories of existence before he entered her life
Stole her breath and tricked her heart into stopping yet believing it was the most alive it had ever been
Her blood boiled with the whispered words that meant nothing
Gripping fingers caged her between the circle of arms
He tied her life to his and made the government a witness so she could never escape
Uncovered her weaknesses
And saw the insecurities and physical blemishes
He made her vulnerable
Until she accepted love was the biggest gamble she would play
So she played to win
She would possess him too
Let's go back*
Those drawn out mornings of soft light and even softer touches
Sparkling dust motes floating mid-air
A vision of perfection twisted in love drenched sheets
I could stay in bed all day
Just listening to you breathe
With each word written
I'm ripping out the stitches
so that I may never heal.
I'm laughing
but it's not really funny how
the ones who make you the happiest
can also make you the saddest.

Exploitation of vulnerability,
just never get too comfortable
because the day will come when
it'll be time to move on.

And if you chose to linger
in that never-world of lost love,
then getting used to broken springs
is the key to dreaming again.
 Jun 2015 Michael Humbert
Kelsey
Many times I put this pen to this blank paper, and many times it remains blank
  I try to write how I'm feeling but all I can think of are his blue loving eyes
  All I feel is love, warmth that used to radiate between us while we laid on the couch
  How it felt to be held close to his chest and kissed on the top of the head
  Look up to see that playful smile and we are engulfed with love
  But that was over a year ago, now I sit lonely on my bed
  You're never far from my thoughts
  Tears never far from my eyes.
One bed, two hearts
Lips meet, fingers touch
Welcome home
Like Pablo Picasso's
artistically rendered paintings
& Mozart's ultimate
piano concerto perfection
   you utterly moved me,
as Monet's
impressionistic wildflowers
our love grew,
flourishing amidst
poetry's cultivated gardens

*'Til you fashioned
yourself subsequent to
Van Gogh's insanity,
leaving me beside myself
  now, I want to cut off
        more than your ear
Just having a fun little scribble :)
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