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 Nov 2015 Bria Grimm
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Blurred Lines
 Nov 2015 Bria Grimm
R
lines no matter how bold
no matter how thick or thin
can always be bent or crossed
with just the right amount of pressure
or negotiation and talk
sometimes flirtation

maybe you've known each other
for weeks, months maybe even years
and you follow the lines
trying real hard to stay on your side of it
because it's what you consider
comfortable, acceptable and familiar

but sometimes you lose focus
and your vision isn't sharp
you know it's not the right thing to do
but you crossed the line
just to experience what it feels like
to be on the other side of it

this is where the complications start
you don't know how to be back
to your own side of the line
because now you know how it feels like
to be on the other side with the other person
and you won't admit this but you liked it there

now your mind is racing with possibilities
of what if's and what could have been's
but you know it's wrong and it's weird
so you went back to your own side
but the lines are all blurry now
and your mind's all messed up

it feels like you did the right thing to do
by going back to your side
but you feel this emptiness in your chest
because even though you are back
you left your heart on the other side
and the emptiness is killing you.
Surely
The day will be light
Darkness will be night
The wind will blow
While rivers flow
The sun will glow
As night creatures lay low
Why trouble incessantly
With what happens tomorrow
As long as earth remains earthly
All will come and go
Love* may be a feeling
But
Love is not just how you feel,

I love you may be the right words
But
Love is not just what you say,

Love is a decision
And
Love is what you do.
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Dear J,
   I may be at a loss for words half the time, and the other half I might have too much to say, but I can almost always say this; I love you. I have felt fear and I have felt bravery and I have felt loss. I can look pictures of us and I can recall everything we did that day. I can listen to videos of you and I can tell what you felt. And I know that you didn't think I was paying attention, but I knew how you looked when you thought something was unfair. And I knew the look in your eyes when you saw the light just right in a sunset and you knew that nothing could ever be recreated quite like that. I felt the same way about you.
   Wherever you are, know that loving someone isn't a matter of feeling something or not feeling something. It's a matter of knowing what you're feeling and when you need to let go.
   I think that people know that letting go involves unfurling your fingers and watching something fall from a great height. It's the act of following that objects downward motion that gets to us. That once it meets the ground or whatever surface it is deemed to hit, it's gone. What was there is gone. And once you think about that you think of what could have been there. That one last touch, that one last feeling of bliss that comes with knowing that the moment you wake up the sun will be shining in rivulets through fingers that tangle in hair fresh off the pillow. It's sad to know that nothing like that will happen again.
   The sun won't shine the same way. Instead it may simply fall. It won't cascade, it won't flow over the edges of noses or smiling lips. It's the same way water may lose a stone from a riverbed and from there on after it doesn't run quite the same way. But another stone, another pebble will fall in place because replacement happens.
   I guess what I'm trying  to say, is that letting go is letting someone else take a spot. In order for something else to happen you have to let your joints move out of their grip and unfold from their hold on something that wasn't meant to be held by you anymore.
   Sometimes you have to let them land somewhere new.
I only hope that it's somewhere even more beautiful than before.
            Claire
Dying love in a gilded cage,
Imprisoned by my pent up rage.
You never loved me, but neither did I,
The last gift you gave was the gift of goodbye.

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