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She comes at him, hot flushed face                                                             ­       
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  She's throwing things all over the place                                                    
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Her eyes are wide & mostly black,                                                           ­     
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 facing her enemy, about to attack                                                           ­                                 
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 She pushes away a strand of hair,                                                            ­  
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making   a scene & does not care                                                             ­           
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Just found out, he's cheating again                                                            ­
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and making sure he knows he's sinned                                                           ­                               
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She's screaming, bringing the house down,                                                            ­                                  
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along with anything else that's around                                              
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While she's cursing up a blue streak,                                                    
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a thrown book makes him shriek                                                           ­         
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Even after what he's done to her,                                                             ­ 
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he's wondering what just occurred,                                                        ­        
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he's sure she will come back easily,                                                          ­  
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just like before, so greedily                                                         ­                   
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He can't let go; he can't hold on                                                               ­         
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but for her, that loves long gone
 4h Kalliope
Andre
I can feel you, hidden through valleys under the deepest of oceans.
Formed by the pressure of pain and growing from its motions.
Your path blossoms flowers and life springs from each step you take.
Your candied aroma makes the fragrance of scented oils seem fake.
Your silhouette imprinted by memories to be unlocked.
My passion for you is unfathomable and can’t be rocked.
The tones given by life don’t resonate to your voice.
The garments you wear are beautiful and always the perfect choice.
You’re not in my hands now but I hold an echo of your love to come.
I can see a smile so bright it makes all my pain numb.
I gain my strength with each battle not growing tired.
Relentlessly I break the chains from binding what our fate is desired.
Your eyes burn with passion arraying love or brimstone.
Your actions are fruitful and within you is a home.
I feel your prayers for me and mine too are true.
I only pray I take the right path directly to you.
Refined and renewed with the sorrow that accompanies your love.
A heart hidden from a world fitted in a sinister glove.
Getting Ready
Every lie you say to me,                                                              ­                          
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every infidelity,                                                      ­                                              
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taints another memory                                                           ­                           
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 and you are slowly killing me                                                               ­                                       
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You have filled my heart with hate,                                                            ­                              
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every time you come home late,                                                            ­          
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  my heart & head has to debate,                                                          ­              
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  you always end up second rate                                                             ­       
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Why didn't you just walk away?                                                            ­              
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  ­How can you treat me this way?                                                             ­     
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  You want your cake & eat it too,                                                             ­   
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 and **** you got a big, sweet tooth                                                        
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She didn't take you away from me,                                                              ­
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I will give you to her, gladly                                                           ­                     
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then I will sit back just to see,                                                             ­               
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what happens when she becomes like me
 9h Kalliope
Mya
Look
I get it
And I wish you well
But truly I wish
We could have both been well
 11h Kalliope
Jay
Maybe I wasn’t made to be loved, at least not in the soft, quiet way that sunlight slips through a window, warming the air as it gently stirs the morning awake. Maybe I’m the kind that comes alive in the dead of night, like a storm crashing against the sea, fierce, unrelenting, too wild to stay. I’ve tried folding myself into arms not shaped to hold me, twisting like origami into spaces that never fit. I’ve written lullabies hoping to soothe, only to be met with silence, like they were never heard at all. It’s not that I don’t feel love, I feel it deeply. But I give until I overflow, until the pressure builds and the dam breaks, leaving ruins where something beautiful used to be. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be someone’s peace. Maybe I was meant to be the ache they carry in their chest, the lesson, the turning point, the reminder of what they didn’t realize they had until it was too late.
The caged bird sings with lungs of despair,
but the free bird roams, chanting anywhere.
I've tried squeezing through these iron bars,
but hope was deployed beneath hidden scars.

A few feathers unplucked hide my deflated breast
as I cower down, perched on my only branch.
A mockingbird mimed from a broken soul,
a ring that doesn't shine may as well be coal.
each day I wait for you
hoping that this will be the day,
when you finally realise
I am worth the fight.
each day I hope, today will be the day
you'll think of me with fondness
and value my heart.
each day, I am disappointed.
disappointed in you
and disappointed in me.
you who knew my heart so well,
could quickly become just a stranger.
each day I wait for you,
hoping you'll return to me, the person you were and the version of me,
you took with you.
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