she twinkles over meadows
at the dusk of the day.
she mesmerises sweethearts in the dark.
her light is captured treasure
sought for mason jar displays.
i ran to catch her warm endearing spark.

among the other glowers
in the field of the dance,
her light shines always brighter than the rest.
with pure and whole intentions
i pursued in true romance
til i trapped her love inside my bottled quest.

i held her as possession,
admiring as a prize,
a crystal trophy worshiped at my whim.
she smiled a forced conviction
always giving through those eyes,
but her light, possessed, began to slowly dim.

some light is made for holding,
some light is made to stay,
but she was made for freedom like a lark.
i loosed her o'er the meadows
at the dusk of the day
to luminate more lovers in the dark.

I need a moment of ignorance.
But the price is one I can't pay.
I need a moment of clarity.
But, it isn't for sale.
I'd like to discard my cards.
But we get what we get, take what is given,
Live on both sides of the spectrum.
So play to the best of your abilities.
One opponent is already down.

trust, in its purest sense,
is giving someone the ability to shatter you,
but maintaining the faith that they won’t.

let’s stop propagating the darkness,
and preach the light.

grace is getting more than you deserve,
whereas mercy is not getting what you deserve.
god grants us both.

she lays on one side,
and he lays on the other.
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she is a beautiful flower against the brutalist landscape,
he, thistle and thorn on a path rightfully left untrodden.
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she is an ornate nib against the parchment, gliding with grace,
he, a metal implement against the wood, etching with fire.               
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she is my first musing in the early morning,
he, my final contemplation at night.
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she is the uplifting ionian in a chord progression,
he, the dark, dissonant sharp iv of the fanciful lydian.
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she smiles,
he frowns.
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i  know i can't keep fetishizing the idea of compromise.
s o  g e t  o u t  o f  m y  h e a d,
and croon the dirge with me.
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no more rifts or ultimatums, please.
please...
i can't be alone any longer.
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don't make me choose right now.
no. NO.
just hold me tight,
and tell me things will get better.
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in my nightstand, there lies a bottle of pills
(some old opioids, i think)                                            
and a paring knife.
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you both are the reason i don't pick up either.
both of you are my lifeline...
no more rifts or ultimatums, please.
just both of you, and me.
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can you love two people at once?