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If you keep on holding on to that, I'm afraid that it will keep you away from what really gives you happiness.
To all the women
Whose hearts I have broken
I apologize
And I hope you've moved on

It wasn't you
And it wasn't me
The fact is
We just weren't meant to be

I didn't use you
I didn't play you
I just knew
We were both better off
With someone else

I hope whatever experience you had with me
Is something you can walk away from
And be the woman that you're supposed to be

We were travelers on the same path
And were lucky enough
To share a moment together
Nothing about that
Should be frowned upon

This life is short
Moments add up and that matters

I hope you find what it is
That you are looking for
Because it is not me
The first time we met,
I thought I'll never have this feeling of being loved
and feeling of being in love.
You were the only person who made me feel this way.
You made me feel so special.
Child, your cry reminds me of my pain
So intense, fruitless and without any gain,
In my mother's womb, I bled my last
Memories of me aborted angers me to lambaste.

I hoped to taste the joy of being born
And caressed like any other child's horn,
But mother did you ever love this child
To have denied him access to your guide?

Hope you gave me when you thought to bare this child
Little wonder I choose a mother like you as my guide,
What then went wrong to have my blood shed?
So innocent a child you gave me no chance to be loved.

On you alone, I placed all my hope and trust
In your womb I thought to avoid rust,
But mother did you hate me that much your own son
To have a harmless child suffer the scorch of abortion?

Mother, you gave me no reason for my crime
To have loved and chosen a mother like mine,
With your hands you murdered your own blood
Oh mother, why the cruelty on this child whom you never did curd?
Man's inhumanity to man
Being in love
Is like a break in the clouds
And all of a sudden
That single, solitary ray of light
Shines right upon you
 Mar 2016 Leigh Marie
JR Potts
She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.

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