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 May 2014 Mary-Elizabeth
Margaret
I liked that poem
before it was trending.
Just a little humor to add to my seriousness!
The perception of perfection, changes with time*- Amitav
 May 2014 Mary-Elizabeth
ohNoe
farther into the forest
  than any path can ever find
emotions imagine an eden
  and insist upon belief in its existence

a heart's hopes unable to rest
  are not necesarily kind
and if paradise remains barren
  belief begins to question its insistence

choking on the inbetween
  of reality and what I mean
stoking stroking fantasy's awe
  until I end up ridden raw

I'll wear my ice-blue rose
  til my death and beyond
Unrequited and Rejected
  with its core sorely infected
Yet still somehow it knows
  not a single petal was Loved wrong

the ghost won't ever dim in my mind
  nor release its tingle from my feel
tattooed with you on each inch of my inside
  the only woman I want to sing me real

if only you would take me deep within you
  and want for me to hold you too
I would inhale you way within
  never to ever exhale again
You
We were like broken skins
Tatter tales
Smithereens
Smashing perfect
Broken seams
Flashing splinters
Cut our lips
But we will never bleed

Hold my hand
In this instant
Sing me deep
A lullaby of finished dreams
Slit me in
We cut the sins we cannot clean
We do not sleep

In the stars
I see our rings
Half dust and broken links
Creator of broken things
Chalice of golden limbs
Promises released

You to keep
Locked away in a grid of greed
The darkness screams
Let her be
And I concede

You to lose
Everyday
I wish I hadn't seen
The way you looked at him
And not at me
We breathe
But never breed
We leave
We cut the sins we cannot clean
Until the red turns green
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