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James Jun 2018
Wind snaps through wild grain sprouted along the edge of the harbour
The aching creaks of the windmill over head orchestrate a haunting song
An appropriately ominous farewell to our weary sailors
Just beyond the port, we stand freshly alone and wait
We wait as they begin to vanish into the same fog from which they had appeared just a week ago
We watch as their vessel becomes a mere imperfection against a looming wall of clouds
And as they fade into the horizon, the sky darkens in anticipation of unavoidable ruin
Towering clouds shed foreshadowing tears
Weeks will pass, two months past when they should have returned will have come and gone
The same haunting cries of the windmill will soon be joined by echoing church hymns
Adorned in black veils and white flowers, we will be bathed by the same sorrowful clouds
Oppressive clouds will hang low above a candlelit procession
These fate burdened clouds will begin to weep, raindrops mingling with widows' tears
Painting: Windmill at Wijk bij Duurstede by Jacob van Ruisdael
James Jan 2018
I'm letting go
Because a whisper isn't loud enough for me
And I hope you know
Your words were too sweet for me
With your tongue like cotton candy, dissolving in the tear drops dripping down my cheeks
And I wish you were here when I fell asleep but you would be the death of me
Cause our love is destroying every part of me I once knew
Because the second you walk in the room, every part of me becomes a part of you
And I can't stand to be made into someone I don't know
So let me go

Have mercy Aphrodite, have mercy on my hopeless romantic soul
Console me Aphrodite with your voice of liquid gold
And hold me, hold me, hold me down
Because the more I fight, the less I'll beg to turn back

Your smiles are soft as cashmere and your eyes can bring me home but I know
You aren't truly there
And I know you wish to turn me into the same shell of a person you have become
So hold me tight, Aphrodite
Please don't let go, Aphrodite
Cause every part of me is a part of you
And after everything I went through for you
I wish I still needed you
And after all things you've said to me, lied to me and bared your teeth
I don't miss you, I'm sorry I can't miss you

So Aphrodite I pray for thee, may you be spared from my Catholic family
You can be a curse and a blessing, both you've shown me
But your love is a lesson that I can't bear to teach
So leave me Aphrodite, some things can simply never be
James Dec 2017
I know you promised to be always be true, never leaving your ideal diplomacy
Yet here you stand, half naked and breathing sporadically
I'll let you play me like every other nobody who just wants to touch my body
You'll **** me over and leave but I'll still thank you, wiping my mouth on my sleeve
Cause I can't help but wonder where you'd go if you didn't have me

My mind begs a simple question
Does your chastity know just where you are tonight
Does your single life know that you'd much rather lay between my thighs
Cause everyone knows what you want except for you, so use me gently
Please kiss me numb, then you can let me down and break me some

Maybe I'm just overreacting, but the way you let her climb all over you says otherwise
Perhaps I've misunderstood what you meant by cutting all ties
Cause you seemed so very comfortable with resting your hands on my body
You don't know what you're into except when you're ******* around with me in someone else's bedroom
I don't know what I've done to deserve getting so brutally slew, so please just **** and leave me tonight
Even if we both know you'll never fully look me in the eyes after you've finished between my thighs

So when you refuse to kiss me but later lay your hands on me, I'll pretend I'm surprised
I understand you have personal boundaries, I can never force a greedy man to give
So when you brush a fingertip against my lips, I should just smile
Because heaven forbid I should try to extract what I want from an unforgiving heart
Because you're happy to use me when you want some late night company, careless when you leave me to seek new
Through all this I have to wonder
You seemed so  wed to these ideals of being single but
Are you still married?

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