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I wanna be your medicine
               To take away your pain
         I need you to take me regularly
To be swallowed whole by you
                              Daily
                  I want you to feel
  That you'd die without me
          And never leaving my side is
     Necessary

          I wanna be your cigarettes
                          To burn for you
     I want you addicted to me
In your mouth constantly
                   I want you to inhale me.
         Every time you
                     Breathe

         I wanna be your music
                     Your drugs
   Your heart and soul
           Your liver and your lungs
I want you to NEED me
             I need to feel that feeling
   The feeling that I'm
                Not just something
                            But everything



Because,
For far too long,
I've felt like nothing.
Arguing*
     with me

Is like
        Arguing

With a
      **BRICK
       WALL
~you CAN break me down~
             eventually....



Number 7 in my series of truths. Click mytruths to read them all, Thank you.
 Nov 2014 Ashley Rodden
Juneau
Cheer up son, stop acting so inane.
Before this is over, you'll go through this again.
You'll take hits in life. When this happens don't complain.
There are hardships in life, of which we cannot refrain.
Embrace your struggles. Just try and maintain.
Dissect each hardship and learn to ascertain.
First you must lose before you will gain.
The best lessons in life are taught from our pain.
October 9, 2014
 Nov 2014 Ashley Rodden
SG Holter
she guides my hand towards
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.

here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.


this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
This looks like a place
Where I could love you
 Nov 2014 Ashley Rodden
SG Holter
She's been hurt so many times
she no longer seems to care.
I'm not bruised, she points and
whispers, *here, just place your

punches there.
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