Beware: Do not fall in Love with an artist.

An artist is definitely the most dangerous to fall into a relationship with.
You won’t even know you’re the exact facsimile of their work.

They will tear your heart to bits,
more than likely to generate a new showpiece.

They will watch your irises go from fields in bloom to dull skies,
and your black pupils go from metallic to charcoal.

They will be able to stroke your hair softer than a paintbrush,
and watch your little detail emerge from something pallid.

They will be able to memorize the structure of your face,
then round your cheeks and chisel your dimples into rock.

They will sing lightly the melody you’ve made,
as they cling to your torso as if a life source.

Do you see the danger?
For the love of god, beware.

She was stuck - wanted to move on and be free,
I still loved her, and she still loved me.
How was I going to solve this problem and end it,
How was I going to pick up her pieces and mend it?

I devised an idea - a very tricky plan,
Multilayered, complex and hard to understand.
I had to make her think it was her choice to let go,
To do this took weeks and initially was slow.

She became rude, mean and I felt tormented,
It was not part of the plan but helped implement it.
I called her out on her rude awful ways,
She got so angry - the fire set ablaze.

Cut off all connections just as I foresaw,
I had done the impossible - but now I was no more.
The hardest things in life come at great cost,
Even though I know I did the right thing - my heart is lost.

She now thinks it was all her idea,
Maybe one day I'll get to explain it all to her and make it clear.
Then she'll see the brilliance and the sacrifice I made,
To lose the one you love - the highest price paid.

I loved her dearly but she had changed drastically too,
She was cruel, mean, hurtful and I promise this is all true.
It made carrying out the plan a lot easier I shall say,
Nonetheless I will never forget that day.

The plan was put into motion and she cut all ties,
She could now finally move on - our relationship was at a demise.
She was stubborn which made it easier to do,
As long as she thinks it was her choice the plan will carry through.

So she gets to be happy,
So what about me?
I carry on knowing I ultimately have made her gleeful and free,

I feel sad from time to time,
I miss her a lot - after all she was once mine.
One day I hope to sit down with her and explain what I had done,
Show her that it wasn't easy, awesome or fun.

Anyway E, I don't know if you miss me,
Once upon a time the ironically named 'Fatty'.
I do not know if you will ever read this,
However I can say without a doubt - you I truly miss.

Looking at her pics blures me
She has contradicting effects on me
She makes me laugh and cry
She makes me dull and bright
I hate that I love her so
Running away gets me to her
Writing about her makes me furious
Thinking about her gets me going
Not acknowledging her keeps me sane

Her eyes they shine
Amber brown and tinge of green
Her hair hung down so fine
Sweet bouncing curls upon her shoulders

Her laugh so sweet and gentle
Never once for me
Her first glance seemed accidental
Never a sight for me

Her lips so lightly parted
The bright white teeth that gleamed
Her voice rang out before I started
"Hey what's your name" Id been asked

My eyes quickly shifted
The question not for me
My friend the one so gifted
And I the shadow in the room

My one sure chance to fly
And forget what was behind
My flaw; too shy
Opportunity had fleeted, and her swept away

The color of his eyes after one too many drinks.
The color of the light he ran because he "couldn't think."
The color of his face whenever I did something wrong.
The color of love although for me that color's gone.
The color of the lipstick she left there on his cheek.
The color of the underwear found in his car that week.
The color of the Valentine he gave to me that year.
The color that he glowed when he watched me drown in tears.
The color of the mark that slap left on his face.
The color of the blood in his mouth that he could taste.
The color of that power button that turned me on and off.
The color of the germs in that cheating cough.
The color of the gas can used to drench his floors.
The color of the lighter that helped those bright flames soar.
The color of the truck that intended to save the day.
Red's the color of the ashes when you threw it all away.

While it seems like an easy task, falling in love is something that many adults have great difficulty doing. The fear of gagging causes the heart to tighten up so that love stays in your mouth until you spit it out. Fortunately, there are various ways to approach the problem so that you can relax, overcome the fear of choking, and just let the love easily slide down. It's like riding a bike - once you get the hang of it, it becomes second nature.

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Relax. Sit down with a glass of wine and relax. Do whatever you can to ease any anxiety, such as finding a quiet place, listening to music that calms you, or dream. This will help soothe your nerves and break the association of love being stressful, so your body will be less likely to gag. Gagging is a natural response to the fear of loving.

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