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Words that warm my heart and soul
Are cut into glass as cold and clear as
the stormy skies.
Sent to me in black and white,
   -emotionless, uninviting.
Yet they heat my frozen limbs,
And send the blood racing to my fingertips;
   -white and cold as snow.
To my face which glows with blushing light,
To my toes which curl in happiness.
A coil restricts my chest, it seems.
And breaths grow shallow and daunted.
My ribs will break, my breath will go,
And I will live vicariously through you;
Your words in cloudy skies and black ink,
   -And cut glass.
You scream as I cry,
You conquer as I perish.

Why do you hurt me so?
Can you sense my weaknesses?

Your rejection burns me
Your degrading stare turns me to ashes.

Why cant you love me?
Can you not see the light?

Your attraction draws me
As your energy consumes me.

Why cant you let me breathe,
Am I forever forced to be at your will.

Your life drives me,
Your death frees me.

Why must we live in this contradiction
All I want to do is love you.

A love that's free,
Enslaved by your hostility.
With eyes blood shot,
His mind circles with thoughts.

Who? What? Where? When?
Something has done him wrong.

So he wallows in the shadows,
Despising life.

Hoping that something will make a change,
Not him but for him.

As the days grow long he tries to defeat the things in his path
Everything, Everyone.

All strangers through those red eyes
This man has lost all empathy

He thinks;

Who has wronged me
What has harmed me
Where are the enemies
When will my time come.

Reality he cannot see strikes,
A bolt of lightening he is blinded by,
he does not see its passing.

Who has been in a position like me
What has harmed others
Where are souls like mine
When will peace come to earth.

His eyes beckon the energy of a sociopath.
Another lost soul, a libertine.
Love is a game of give and take,
But what happens when that heart starts to break?

Too much love and too much sorrow,
Causes a yearning of a better tomorrow…
 Mar 2014 Gwen Johnson
Ann Beaver
I imagine the wave
of your hand
your hair
standing on end
at the sight of me
not the me I know
the me you somehow see
through a distorted glass vase
encase me in molasses love
slow my heart down from above
my face facing yours
it was the last time I took a breath
Heart strings knitted together
Like a lost and found sweater
Thrown away, never
To be seen
Again

When
Did we meet
Like a rhythmic beat
That will never
See defeat
A sheet
Of music,
A lyrical masterpiece

I was the fuel and your were the fire
I should have known that love can expire
It's not the way I'm wired
To stay bolted to the same spire
Unable to walk in the mire
That is
This connection

The selection
Of mismatched heartstrings
Sings funeral songs
How have they made it this long
Wasn't it a game all along?
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