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I'm afflicted
by all of my addictions
and my addictions
caused all of my inflictions.
There's never a touch
or a love
or a hug
to save me from
the inevitable.
The dark swirling
vortex
of my cortex
and the emptiness
in my chest
eats me from the inside out.
The chronic boredom
is a pest,
a tumor inside of my chest...
The **** oozes out
into my breaths
and suffocates me
until I say yes.
I enslaved my mind
believing by dwelling on thoughts
of you
will keep you around

~ For you anything
I still want you...
are you sure
can you be
are you sure
you want me

are you sure
that you're sure
can you even
be that sure

are you sure
you want this
swear you won't
try to fix

are you sure
this is fine
will i still
be your light

are you sure
it's enough
are we doing
too much

are you sure
you are fine
with how i
live my life

i need you
to be sure
before you
risk much more
always wanna do the least
then question why i do the most
if you didn't drag your feet
i wouldn't need to be on my toes
Three years, this very day
Since the parting of our ways.
I've done what I can do
to cherish the memory of You.

Read a prayer beside your tree.
Placed flowers at your grave
A candle in window lit.
A toast with wine is made.

And yet it's not enough.
I miss the comfort of your company.
Of hugs and kisses too.
I miss your presence in all I do.

I miss the arguments,
You always won,
and the making up again
It made life more fun.

To end each day contented.
was our Golden Rule,
Without you here, who is there,
to temper my mood?

There’s so much more I miss,
I could go on,
But I’ll leave it here.
My wittering done.

So, with memories held dear.
As each year wears on,
In my mind you will remain
Forever Young.
I write because It makes me feel alive.
The hidden love
The wind dancers, green
Painted toes brown, dainty feet
Planted in the mud
Came across this word “wind dancers”
found it interesting and hence using the same  :)
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