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The toxicity of my misery falters every endeavour
As seasons pass I battle forth
Cyclical regression all pervasive
Tides recede and ****** in the solace of weariness
Who am I to summon legacy?
Freedom is costly
To not care, to be selfish, to let the ego dance and dine on its prey
But I will never sit at the top table and command such debauchery
I wish stillness and solitude, my armour from the world
My penance is running dry
Oh bountiful life revive me
 Feb 2016 Chailey Bruce
embla
I will not change for you.
I understand, I understand, I understand.
You have never once asked me to.
But what you don't understand is that what you want would require me to change.
It would require me to stifle parts of my soul, of who I am to make it work.
I can't silence these pieces of me any longer.
I'm sorry, but I can't make that sacrifice.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, *I'm sorry.
She loved sunsets, she had told him.
So he took her hand
and led her to a mountaintop.
There they stood side by side,
basking in the soft warm light of the setting sun.
She watched,
enchanted at the beauty of it all.
"I have never seen anything so beautiful,"
she said,
her eyes sparkling
and changing color with the light.
He turned and looked at her,
watched her
the way she watched the sun,
and then said,
"Neither have I."
There is no such thing
as a bad writer,
just one who isn't sad
- not sad enough.
I love you
Even if it's your blade running me through
I will always care
Even if you throw me to despair
I will always protect you
Even if you wish me not to
Only once could I ever make you cry
But I hope I'm wrong because it will be when I die
I don't want you to shed a tear for me
I want you happy, and forever free
For you I take one last breath
And as my soul is laid to rest
I will always be with you even after death
I'll wipe your tears, your cheeks caressed
I love you, my beauty
Now smile one last time for me
 May 2015 Chailey Bruce
Miranda
Take my hand.
Close your eyes.
Breathe me in.
Just free your mind.

It’s only us.
Time does not exist.
There’s no need to rush.
Just enjoy this bliss.

Trace my lips,
As you hear me speak.
Can you hear the thumping,
Of my racing heartbeat?

Let your hand,
Graze my cheek.
As I listen intently,
To the words you speak.

Do you feel the air,
Brush by your skin?
Do I stir up something
Deep within?

Relax your muscles.
You’re safe with me.
Forget the world.
As we make our own melody.
You
        may
               be
                    in
                       my
                             dreams,
                                          but
                                                you
                                                      are
                                                            not
                                                                  of
                                                                      them.
Don't flatter yourself
There, There
Over There
Do you see the man upon the wall?
The one whispering my demise.
He crawls with a muddy face,
and eyes to ****.
There, there
Over There
Do you see the puddle of my mind?
Because only I can feel
the breathe of death
upon my neck
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