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Stomach full of dandelion knots, we collected in the rain
Poetry that feels  like bullets tearing my flesh away
I lived beneath your bones every day
Your words spilled like paint covering me whole
I realized I don't  like the taste of blood
Dislodging myself, I  smell words
Heartaches first kiss
My passion is vanishing ,splintering on this battlefield
I changed my makeup and I fixed my hair
I'm grasping at cords and stretch marks
With your **** teeth you have me down on my knees
The secrets penetrated the lips of townspeople
Painted widow's weeds, now sketched with despair
Flames in the cellar, stale with wool pansies
Suppressed as weeping willows
Just a shoelace waitress on a strangers speculation
Midnight insects squatting in desperation
Morphine gasoline on a pinwheel of fixation
Shame is placed under every table
Still starving for attention
Why do I devour you so?
Foundation's of lost years
Restraining me refusing to let me go
If I were a shield
I would draw my sword
Mentally defeated, spouting my existence
Submerged in hypersomnia
Sleep disorders are so hard to live with. I have missed out on so much. But I carry on that is all I can do. I know that  people suffer way worse than this. I'm blessed Peace and love to you all.
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Sometimes, when I love you,
As you tend to love me back, half-heartedly,
I am one with the half-moon.
And I am reeling, pulling
All the stars to be together,
To be with you, when I'm with you,
Just to be whole.*

© 2016 J.S.P.
Draft.
Silent eyelids on  galaxies of wings
Spinning meteorites entering my tears, into the white scented moon
  Pockets  full of soft kisses and kaleidoscopes strings
Weaving stones and heartaches into my muse
Spoken through poetic teeth
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