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Hit me so I taste blood
I’ll swallow it
Mama didn’t raise no spitter
Kiss me with your teeth
Lock me away with the monsters in the closet
Tie me with up with heartstrings
Wrap me up in sandpaper

Keep your tenderness far from me
Your sweet nothings rot my teeth
Holding me close at sunrise gives me morning-after sickness
Kisses on my forehead break my skin out
Touching me gently gives me hives, not goosebumps
If you don’t pretend to care
I won’t have to pretend to believe you
Trying not to catch those feels
 Mar 2017 Jodie LindaMae
Kvothe
Bugs, and bogs, and battlecrys,
thieves, and trolls, and dragons fly.

Sword and sorcery,
shield and steam.
Clink and clack,
shine and gleam.

Mythril, chain, and leather works.
Sigils, pain and thrusting dirks.

Student, Teacher
words and wind.
Music, Fae,
and naming things.

Mistborn, alloys, Kredik Shaw,
Kandra and Inquisitors.

Rohan Mordor,
Minas Tirith,
Rings and Orcs,
Hobbit village.

From child, to teen, to present me;
escape, and dreams, and fantasy.
Been on a fantasy binge. If you've never read the Mistborn books by Brandon Sanderson, or The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss, you should check them out. They're magical (pun most definitely intended).
 Mar 2017 Jodie LindaMae
Kvothe
Now,
it's broken.

Soaking in regret.

Its whole heart wet,
an open wound.

Wrecked.

Wracked brain.
Passion rattles,
gurgling, like rain.
Cracked frame,
splat, it will,
circling a drain.

Its whole heart wet,
an open wound.

Wrecked.

Now,
it's broken.

Soaking in regret.
Rough times ahead.
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