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The perfectionist
Sees an open circle,
And closes it.
The obsessionist
Sees an open circle,
And studies it.
perfectionist obsessionist
 Mar 2015 Azrael-Always
Xyns
I'm not in love with you.
I never was.

I was in love with the ghost
Of who you were in the beginning

I was in love with the idea
Of what we could have had

I was in love with the thought
Of who I wanted you to become

But now
I'm not

I'm in love with the fact that
I'll never be in love with you
Next Sunday
When he leaves
The tomb,
And it's sunny,
Before noon,
Should his shadow
Fall on a sinner,
We've six more weeks
Of a Canadian winter.
I know, I'm already burning.
another coffee,
another time.
****!!
we were the it girls,
we were sublime.

all perfect legs
and matching hair
telling all,
what was just and fair

we ruled with an iron fist,
you were **** if...
you didn't make our list.


and now we meet again today.
our high school empire,
long ago and far away.

now two mothers,
standing on the side-line,
wrapped up in chunky clothes
just to stay warm.
so very distant,
far away from, looking fine

but we are happy now.
you with your third
and me with mine,
in chatting we discover
we have both redefined sublime.

and so,
we make time for coffee.
time to share,
the path that led us,
from there to here.
i find
old friend
of mine
that
you have left
your footprints
in my mind
from
the days
when you tromped
down the bracken
of my narrow and
parochial upbringing
then
planted the paper daisies
and  bright poppies
of free and radical thinking...
Drop by drop in a sea of sand
Lost among equal ones
You sell your soul
For a bit of time
But as seconds dwell
Your spirit dies
Your eyes get closed
And your body slows
The price is high
When you wish for more
Step by step haven’t moved
Past and present all the same
In an hourglass we are all alike
No one knows how to play the game
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Dec 2014 Azrael-Always
aphrodite
You forget that you're good.
You forget that you're kind, and gentle and caring.
People have been so callous with you that you forget that you are not the sum of their mistakes,
and you are not to blame for the damage that was done to you.
You forget.
You forget that you are full of  good intent, that you're thoughtful and creative.
You're so used to being made to feel stupid and selfish that when someone brings out the beauty in you,
all you feel is guilt.
You have a heart of gold.
You would never do to people what they have done to you.
There is a light in you that remains bright even with the layers of charcoal that surround it.
Don't forget.
**Don't forget that you're good.
****** things happen to us,
but you are not what happened to you.
You are not a ****** person.
Don't forget.
**
Love me, he said.
She tried
And failed
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