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 Oct 2014 Shannon Delaney
Julian
Forget about the past.
What's done is done
What's done is done

I never understood the meaning of value
until I realized how badly I hurt you.
Until I realized how much I damaged you.

It wasn't until the point of no return that I realized,
I cannot undo anything
Time does not stand still for pain
nor will it run backwards for recovery
It will only move forward.
The choice is yours on which path to take.

Did I take the right path then?
Should I forget about the past
or
you?
Badly played hymn tunes
from hungover unemployed miners
echoing down the slum streets
barely audible
over the sounds of Coronation Street
on 't telly
and the neighbours' uninhibited belching
post coitally.
It was like railroad tracks
Each line so defined
I was humiliated
That i was so weak
I used to cover up
The raging red lines
I promised him
That i would quit
But you see
He thought depression
Was just an illness
And cutting was a side effect
That I'd get better over time
Until he realized
I was still depressed.
He left me on my own
So the red lines grew deeper
As if i thought I'd reach something
Maybe if i go further down
I can tarnish my soul.
But then... i met him.
He made me promises
He held me close
And slowly i stopped wearing long sleeves
And he saw what i had done
He asked me swear I'd stop
He promised not to leave me

And eventually those deep red lines

*Faded
Even though he is no longer mine... i no longer cut
 Oct 2014 Shannon Delaney
fdg
I used to be so realistic and reasonable,
nixing words like "forever" out of my head
because what a stupid concept.
now all i want to tell you is,
I wouldn't mind being happy with you forever.
uuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhh maybe i'll delete this poem later
Give us lust
Give us bliss
Set us free
Play the music
For you and for me
Look to the stars
Follow me
Follow the line
Kiss me twice
We've been wasting time
Love me slowly
Kiss me again before you go
We will meet again
The world's insane

Are we alive?
Is this real?
Or is it just a dream?


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