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Francesca Jun 2013
This overwhelming temptation
To give into this addiction,
Rather than suppressing it,
Training myself to be
Someone that is no longer free.
Francesca Jun 2013
He's Gone.
Like I knew he would be.
It wouldn't be so hard,
If I knew better than to get close to him.

And he's coming back,
But it wont be the same,
He's like the flu that you think is gone,
But it wants to stay.

And it would be easier on me
If he left and never came back.
At least now I can revel in the idea that
He's gone.

For a little bit anyway.
About the same person from 'The Fight' like I said in that poem 'it isn't going to last' and today, he finally left.
Francesca Jun 2013
You didn't deserve those harsh words
I threw at you the other night,
And I don’t deserve your forgiveness.

We hurled spiteful, bitter spikes at each other.
Mine bounced off of you,
Yours sunk deep into my chest, and stayed for a while.

Shouting and screaming,
Not knowing quite why.
And it was all my fault that things went awry.

I doubted your motives,
I didn't want to be vulnerable in front of you.
So instead, I turned against you and fought, unnecessarily.

I left, to contemplate what had happened.
I came back, to make amends, and take back those spikes of mine,
And you collected yours as well, and promised to throw them away.

And so we sat there, I in your embrace,
Taking advantage of this intimacy while I could,
Because this isn't going to last.

I still doubt your motives, your words, this whole relationship,
But the shame, guilt, secrecy and sneaking around,
Do not nearly outweigh the bliss I feel when I am with you.

Not even a little bit.
Francesca Jun 2013
I live on a steady diet
Of self-loathing and anxiety,
At least I know I will never be malnourished.
I will never go hungry.
By feeding myself this negativity
I’ve developed a barrier
High enough so that no-one can deprive me
Of what I need to survive.
By feeding myself this negativity
I’ve become stronger,
It protects me from predators,
Trying to claw and tear me to shreds.
I am no longer allergic to their toxicity.
I’ve become tolerant.
I’ve become immune.
I’ve become invincible.

— The End —