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You took a lot of things from me.
My dignity,
My hope,
My self respect,
My innocence,
But I think the biggest thing you took from me
was my feeling of safety.
I haven't felt safe since that day.
I'm so afraid these days.
I've been thinking about feeling safe a lot lately, as I'm sure my poems reflect.
I've never known a poet left unbattered by life's cruel jokes.
But isn't that what life is?
One big, cosmic joke.
Someone's laughing at our expense.
I love how
when you sleep
all your problems disappear
for just a little while
but my problem is
trying to go to sleep
with all of my thoughts
screaming at me
to stay awake
i want you, only you
but, who the **** are you?
I want you so bad
My body shakes as I bite my lip
Running my fingers up my arms as though they're your hands
Stopping when I get to my neck

Imagining that your fingers are the ones brushing my hair back,
I slide them up around my ears,
Reaching my cheeks
As the fingers line my face, they reach my lips, parted just a bit

I'm tempted to kiss them,
Thinking of my desire for yours.
Instead I slide them down my body,
Thinking of a better use for them.
There is no power in the trinket;
There is no mana,
Nor is there a curse of an ancient.

Still it is prudent to take care of such an item,
If only to appreciate the craftsmanship.
I'm sure the maker would be proud of how well I care for this trinket.

I sometimes do wish there were magic here,
As I roll it through my fingers
"The Remover of Obstacles"
Lord (and trinket) know I have more than a few.
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