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she pours herself a glass of wine
hoping to pass the time
blue eyes of fear
this will be the first year
in many
that not a tear was shed,
my hands were sturdy
my night has been nice
and look, not a friend in sight

if I had a box of love,
for myself there would be none
from myself I run
day dreaming into the sun

even without my nug,
I still feel snug
maybe the anger came from our love
I opened all my locks
then our love hit the rocks
I was left with scars
constantly feeling like I was in mars
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 Jan 2017 Maria Francine
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There was a girl
In this world
With total absence
Of light and
She was hurled
Upon the darkness

But one day
She fell under the spell
Of his eyes,
Her life was well
But sadly she discovered
All his lies,

And their love story ends there
But she was missing him so much,
Craving his love
And caring touch

So she brought him into her life
Despite his actions that came like knives,
She absorbed his poison
And called it love*

Because he was like a drug to her, like a shiny red apple but rotten and toxic inside, one that slowly consumes every bit of you, but it's impossible to escape his compelling magnetism.
He huffed as he lay down his head.
Waiting for the words to crawl from his lips.
He swirled closer, reaching for my hand
Letting his arms expand.

"You're like a horror movie, you know."

He fell silent once again.
Maybe for dramatic pause, to lengthen time.
Lord knows, I wouldn't mind.

"I hope this isn't overdue, but I'm petrified of you. Sometimes I'm afraid to touch you. Like a kids first thriller, or an impressionist first canvas and no matter how much my heart keeps urging me to get away,"

He put his cigarette out in the ashtray.

"And no matter how much my survival dictates that you're bound to **** me- I just can't take me eyes off of you."

He slumped his shoulders.
I'm hoping he'll pull through.
Dwelling.
The leaves flew around like nuclear bombs in the reflection of his eyes
All to my demise.

"It's like I'm waiting for you to shock me out from beneath my skin, and tear me from my bones. Like in actuality, my real self lies within. Until I'm so vulnerable to your touch, that I have no choice but to be deathly frightened and severely exposed. I don't mean to make you predisposed."

His voice cracked.
A strong heart to live on, he lacked.
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