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  Jun 29 ebonymarie93
Luke85
You found me washed up,
I’d fallen at sea,
Searching for an island,
I’d dreamt into being-
I was sure it was safe from all harm.

Half alive,
you dragged me up and into the dunes,
Began to resuscitate me,
with nothing else, but the sureness in your eyes.
My heart danced,
Yet my head stood still.

We tangled our threads,
I held your throat, with electric hands,
Wrapped up in our own special place,
You were my fire in the rain.

And as the fires roared,
Love soared,
So I jumped from my own skin,
With fear In my hands,
Strangled my self to death
Putting myself out,  
trampling upon the embers of us,

      With the same old boots i had worn before   you saved my life x x
ebonymarie93 Jun 29
And suddenly, I felt it again..
That familiar stabbing feeling
As you slipped through my fingers yet again..

Yet somehow, you still have a hold of my heart
Stubbornly, I'll never give up
I'll never let you go

Every now and then
When I'm fighting myself not to contact you
I'll re-read our chapter to myself
Quietly

Just to remind myself
That you were real
That you were there

Always somehow.. just out of reach
Somewhat bitter-sweet
But the pain is worth it

Re-read our chapter
To remind myself of the fun we had
The conversations
And everything in-between

You were more to me than just words on a page
As you so eloquently put it one day..

You always were
Always will be
  Jun 28 ebonymarie93
Jeremy Betts
Too good to be true
Too true to be good
That second one requiers an unfortunate life to be understood

Say what you mean
Mean what you say
I don't see the difference between these statements to this day

Love and loss
Never loved at all
One being better than the other is not anyone's place to call

Keep your chin up
With a glass jaw
Even advice with the best intentions can leave you broken and raw

©2025
Politely I ask,
if I may please be excused,
from my own demise.
  Jun 25 ebonymarie93
Mélissa
Words weren't always
meant to hurt this much
but men were always good at making
weapons
out of anything.
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