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Mandy Blu May 2014
To love
A form of art
Painting memories with the brush of a hand against a cheek

To love
A form of destruction
Knowing a mind can never save every memory from shattering, scattering

To love
A form of death
Looking at you, every moment, closer to the end

To love
To create
To destroy
To die

Raise your glass
Here's to love.
Mandy Blu May 2014
Congratulations!
You have convinced me to speak first.
And though you are the winner in this game,
I feel like a winner too.

Congratulations!
You've managed to make me brave.
And though I was pushed, shoved in the general direction,
I believe I made me too.

What a wonderful celebration!
Maybe now we can be together.
I hope they were right, I hope this isn't a mistake.
How awful it would be
To think
After all this time, all that has been said
After confessions, after comfort
To think we may not ever be.

Congratulations!
The bridge will soon be crossed.
And though we may fall in the water,
I know we will not drift apart.

— The End —