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 Aug 2015 Flynn
Shaylyn
There's an empty cavity where my heart once lived.
I remember it being boisterous and selfless.

I ripped it out of my own flesh.  A sacrifice. A gift for you,
So that you'd never have to feel alone again.

I healed the scars on it myself.
They used to be wounds from careless lovers who were never good enough.

Once it was whole, I knew a place I could put it for safe keeping, a home in someone else.
You were always the place I could trust.

When my heart first left me, I was overjoyed that it was with you.
So happy and loud, I could hear my heart beat inside your chest no matter our distance.

But I don't hear it anymore.
The beating has been extinguished by pain and confusion.

I can't help but to think it was better off with me.
Still, I don't want it back... It was always yours anyway.
 Jun 2015 Flynn
Shaylyn
I remember my hopes and dreams being relentlessly ripped out of my heart.
Shreds of unrequited desires polluting the atmosphere around me.

When love found me the first time,
I could've never fathomed the amount of agony that would wreak havoc on my already fragile existence.

Consequently receiving an unforgivable understanding of the relationship of pleasure and misery.
Now when I commit myself to another I surrender to vulnerability.

Though there was never a choice, I submit myself to you,
knowing fully well the potential torment you could cause us both.

Equally well-versed in both the magic and the pain.
If ever the day comes when we say goodbye, I'll look back without regret and smile because I knew all along you were worth it to me.
 Jun 2015 Flynn
Passius Ashe
bread
 Jun 2015 Flynn
Passius Ashe
i'm gone to the store for some bread she said
with her suitcase in her hand
©  Passius Ashe   2001, 2015
I might be blind

but I'm not so dumb

That I cannot see

the lie in your words

©IGMS
 Jun 2015 Flynn
Passius Ashe
some men got a woman.
some men got a man.
me, I just got a guitar.
lord, how I love my one man band.

shalimar's my guitar.
shalimar, she's my strings.
when I get to crying,
that's when shalimar starts to sing.
©  Passius Ashe   1999, 2015
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You are only breathing--
not living
Because living means--
loving*

©IGMS
 Jun 2015 Flynn
pm
Lost boy
 Jun 2015 Flynn
pm
I wanted to save
  piece by piece of
  his broken bones.
  
sooner, I've had realized

He was a lost boy.
   I tried to find him
   but I, got lost, too.
 Jun 2015 Flynn
pm
Idyll
 Jun 2015 Flynn
pm
You kiss my melancholy skies away,
as I kiss your heavenly mouth to stay.

I could drown staring in your luring eyes.
You make it so ******* me for good-byes.

I'd bid all to wake up in the morning,
with you at my side with the same feeling.

I have chosen to drench myself in you
because your love's the only thing that's true.

Now that I have you, I'm never alone.
The warmth of your embraces makes me home.
Home is a person and you are my home.
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