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Your skittish glances weren't what made me love you
Nor your tendencies to suppress your true happiness
It wasn't the panic you exhibit in times of stress
nor your inability to trust me..
No, Your walls were not the beauty that en-captured me.

but instead those small glances at what laid beneath
what truly was an ugly damaged terrain.

You weren't something any one needed
But you used to be, and you could be once again.

If some one could just persuade you
into letting down that ugly armour.
Those ugly insecurities
those ugly thoughts you used
to cover such shining beauty.

If some one could get you to come out and play
once more, then i knew that i would love you
And i was so heavily inspired by those gleaming smiles
that you dropped for just a second on my presence
and then relinquished.
I was enamored by those short but true laughs
you quickly stifled back down your throat afraid of being to loud. Or to happy.

And those are what i staid for.
my husband
I am perplexed by your ability to ignite such rage with in me.

See you speak and I  hear nothing but white hot anger well.

and You slow your voice and the drippings hit the floor.

Hit the floor like me, every time you raised your hand.

I remember the feeling, I can conjure the day

They way you would throw fists in my face

Really swept me away.

The way you would lose all control
all proportion, all authority.

She hit me again, I am trembling.

She tried to hug me this morning and I


fell to the ground in fear.
I flinch like a dog whose seen to many

back hands, guitar straps, branches from the fallen tree.
To many arthritic swollen fists swinging toward me.

This dog has heard one to many times

"I ******* HATE YOU" from the breast who fed it.
Your golden era presence
Streaming around your eden planet
Like wisps of spider Web
And Spanish moss
Blowing in the wind and catching light
In shades of purple
And demensional rainbows
All cross hairs and cross hatching.
Reaching toward me
And I want to touch your light
But I'm scared my shadows will absorb it.
But maybe that's what's meant to be.
Its not right,
Not exactly what I Thought
it might
be because
What you have
is
very very new.
Stoke me minted breath.
I want your condensation
Build up on my walls
To soon to say I miss you
But I will.
Because I do.
Linger with me here,
A thousing gazes
A thousand stars
A thousanded guesses
About who we are.
And still just ideas.

I dont fear my meaning,
Even if it's obscure.
I just want to try.
Send me the memory of
Everything you thought I'd be
Send me your memory
Of what I was meant to be
Cause I keep on forgetting

Your eyes....

Are so beautiful
If I could see what they see
Maybe life would be meaningful
Oh your eyes, they are so beautiful
If I could see what they see
Maybe I would be meaningful.
Maybe we should.
Maybe where we are
Just isn't
where we are meant to be.
That would be beautiful,
to hand down
Oh devastation would **** me
But I'm leaning on hope.

I'm hoping you see us
See beyond the failures
We share.
Wouldn't you just love it
if I could have you
whole.
And we could be eachother
For just a little bit.
You can think your me
I'll tend you needs.
Flaming ideas forever drive reflections
Into growing dying holding things to closely
  then they die.

— The End —