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With God's presumably infinite memory
Will He remember me?
Or if He does
How will he?
Will he remember how I spat at His commandments?
Or will he remember the crying girl
Who cried and promised anything
For Him to save her mother?
The world has played me
dull pleasing as a poet,so my
words alone celebrate my works
The world has played me
dull pleasing as a poet,so my
words alone celebrate my works
through the colors of others
we painted either our gory or glory
and defined the oblivious self


©Historian E.Lexano
™Recalcitration With Excellence
Im tied to the anchor of a dying hope and drowning in a sea of grief that isn't mine and I would drink all the waters of the ocean to make more room for your tears and you never have to know that its me singing to the moon and praying to the falling stars in the sky for you to catch your breath and  find the strength for your heart to laugh and love again
your warm breath against
my skin
your fingers tracing my ******* roughly

one of your hands move
lower
intruding my space

this is not right
i do not want you here
i do not want you in my body

i say nothing
hoping you would read my mind
take a hint from my pleading eyes

my insides curl
as you take away my innocence

i am no longer myself
who i am...
is you
this is a very personal poem with words i just needed to get off my chest. i was ***** a little over a month ago and it changed me. i am no longer who i used to be. i am broken and used up. i wish i could go back in time and take back my moving steps towards his car
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