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Believe in me as I believe in you.
Broken in but never healed.
A novel never finished, but a page never unturned.
“You know
life can be sad sometimes.
And once you get past the sad
it's medium.
And once you get past the medium
well -
then it's magic.”
You left, my world stopped spinning,
Piece by piece fell apart,
You took everything beautiful inside me,
The one thing spared was what remained of my broken heart.

I did not remember how to breathe
Without your presence a part of my life,
You stabbed me in the back hard,
You could not even find the knife.

While I lay bleeding out on the floor
From the wound you inflicted,
Saw you from a different angle,
My whole point of view shifted.

I realized you were wrong,
You should not have done what you did,
When faced with your actions,
A coward, you ran and hid.

I watched you walk away from our love,
Not once did you turn back around,
I listened for your voice calling to me,
All I heard; echoes of your footsteps on the ground.

When the fading echoes died,
Part of me died too,
The rest of my happiness,
You decided belonged to you.

For a long time my body was empty,
Simply molecules and silent air,
If you would have looked inside,
Nothing significant was there.

I held myself together,
Managed a thin layer of illusion,
Underneath the flawless surface,
Was drowning in confusion.

I figured it out eventually,
Learned how to survive,
Even though I was living,
I wasn't actually alive.

I pushed the memories away,
Buried in a box,
So deep inside my head,
They would never reach waking thoughts.

I let you back into my life,
That was a mistake,
Because now I am remembering
Promises you swore not to break.

Words I believed were real,
Kisses that gave me wings to fly,
Days I wished could last forever,
The agonizing moment you said goodbye.

Images come stampeding in,
Making it hard to see clear,
When the dust settles over the past,
I'm sure I will be the only one here.
Written 8-11-11
sometimes my brain forgets it's connected to a body,
my body

i'm constantly confusing ethereal with earthly
spinning out and shipping off in my mind,
but it seems my body has other plans

the two don't often get along
my mind says run when my body wants to rest
my body is foreign to me in this way

but i'm liking being native to yours
somehow, darling, our intertwined fingers are the thread
connecting the scattered, tangled, hopeful, wandering parts of me
As the light mourns its death
And the blue turns to murky ink blots
This hopeless romantic
Becomes the romantic hopeless

And as I look into her eyes
The sunset is reflected at me
As it falls to the floor
A drunken mess

And we
The two hopeless
Throw down our fears
And live one night— we truly live

And I wake up to see
Nothing more
Than that
It had been a dream

And yet
Nothing short
Of a
Dream.
I wish they’d leave me alone,
I wish that I could be in another country, thousands of miles apart.

But then I watch a video of a man crying for having cut out his father for the same reason, whose father is now dead.
Do I dare do the same thing?

When I see them, it’s all good, but when I leave them I know it was all pretend.
I’m left with a fish bone
Wedged in my throat
Boulders
Weighing heavy on my chest.
I can’t breath.
And I want to die.

Is it fair that they leave me
Feeling this way?
With guilt leaving me tripping
For days.

I am told
I’d be better off
If I cut them out of my life.

I know this, but how?
How do I cut them out.
When they’re like leaches
******* the blood out from my veins
And when I tear them off
I cry out in pain.

The people
Who I call
Mum and dad
Who I’ve been told
I should love and cherish
Are not the people that
I want to call
Mum and dad.
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“i am tired of dreaming about you,” i try desperately to sound indifferent, but my eyes are watering and he knows he knows he knows--

he smirks, closing the gap between us with only a step. “i am the only thing you will ever dream about,” he murmurs.
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