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I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 Oct 2018 Sara Kellie
storm siren
Look at you.
So forced, so empty.
Look at you.
You keep snarling, "Why you? Why didn't he love me?"

Look at you.
Viciously pulling at marionette strings
That were cut so long ago with so many other things.
Look at you.
Stabbing picture frames.
Look at you.
Cursing my ****** name.

Look at me.
Eyes burning black as tar.
Look at me.
More deadly and more beautiful than a dying star.

Look at me.
Writing word after word, as though words could change anything.
As though I could ever change anything.
Look at me.
Covered in blood, covered in ash.
Look at me.
And you thought you could hurt me with some broken glass.
This is my heart
I've given you
I swear for forever
that it'll be true

These are my arms
that'll hold you tight
whenever you want
all day or all night

These are my lips
that speak of the love
that God has bestowed
on us from above

These are my eyes
that see only you
the joy at your sight
if you only knew

These are my words
I know they are few
to the one that I cherish
my Dear, I love you
I wrote this for my wife, Char. The last line was/is "my Char, I love you". I changed it only for public viewing.
R ighteous
A nger
G rowing
E xponentially
Soon to be so real.
I choose a name
to take
the place
of the
name she
gave me
at birth.

Why would I want to be named
after your **** addicted friend
and unrequited love interest?

Soon to be so real.
I choose my own
good name
to take
the place
of the
name of
my cut
blood ties.

Why would I want the name
of the alcoholic ***** sprayer
who saw the baby face and ran away?

I'm not
the men you knew.
I'm not
the man you will.

I am the practical
implementation
of a carnelian lust.

The trumpet of
the name of shame.
I don’t think you understand
How much I want you right now
My body is all trembly
And flush with heat and
I feel like any moment now
I’m going to involuntary erupt
Everywhere
Just from a simple hello
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