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And just like that I'm
love struck and empty.
He ran off with my heart
and pieces of me.
Fantasies of an "us"
mixed with cosmic energy.
Like adventures of Poseidon and Aphrodite
Majestic and powerful together taming
the wild sea.
Oh Sweetie, don't be silly.
Get a grip please.
Today he ran off with my heart
and pieces of me.
Here I am love struck
and empty.
Slice me open and cut him out.
Use the sharpest scalpel and most precise
technique to dislodge what I've found.
Pump me full of oxygen
opening a valve for my revitalization.
My lips are blue from holding my breath
waiting for his kiss.
May the surgeon be a master with his hands
to ensure every last bit of him is removed.
Not a spec missed.
Check my vitals so I don't asphyxiate on my own
chunks of delusion.
Stitch me up good and tight so that
his essence has no way to infect me.
Pray for a speedy recovery as I mend and heal.
Off to rehab for me as I rediscover who I was meant to be.
No pills or therapy please.
Perhaps one day the healed me will
crash into him and I'll still
be in one piece.
Ever sat under a full moon
at a time you want to take your last breath?
To the Divine Mother you say
"Allow me to inhale your magic
with reverence as I gaze at
your sphere of Cosmic Selenite.
It charges my heart beam and cleanses my spirit.
A Celtic cross outlines your magnificence.
A golden glow encases your greatness.
When I sit within your embrace
I feel safe, loved and seen.
I exhale knowing I'll have an illuminated
face to hold forever."
Stillness settles in succumbing to her silver embrace.
#fullmoon #selenite #lastbreath
Lyteweaver Jun 22
She spent her life
attached to a man
who could not love or be loved.
Her nuptials became her prison with a life sentence.
She could hear ghosts of unrequited love in her arteries.
She shivered from the hollowness of life in her veins.
She applied a tourniquet to her aorta
to stop the pulsing
the beating
the mainlining of a nonexistent love and dreams relinquished.
Her heart once bold, open and tender
became petrified Rose Quartz
holding space in the cavity of her chest.
Time stood still for decades.
Her sentence was finally served.
Release date approved.
Off comes the tourniquet
allowing new love to flow through her!
It comes rushing in deep red, rich with iron and oxygen!
Makes her cheeks blush and her breath gets shallow.
For now, it feels good to have life in her capillaries
And a heart beating with force.
She'll keep that tourniquet stuffed in her back pocket
Prepared for the next time her heart
is too much for someone.
For her spine is Lumerian Quartz
with barcodes of ancient wisdom.
It's taken thousands of lifetimes for a heart like this to evolve.
She was built for this.
Lyteweaver Jun 21
You didn't ask me to.
But I threw my heart at you.
I stroked your ego and put you on a pedestal.
I bore my soul to you sharing the blood ink from my pen.
I was patient with your triggers and wounded words.
I saw in you magnificence that you didn't see in yourself.
I threw my heart at you
even though you didn't ask me to.
And like a ninja
you deflected it
boomeranging it back to me
slapping me in my face.
I pick up my blocked heart from the ground.
It's a little scratched and dented
but I open up my chest and stick it back in place.
Won't be long before I look for the next unsuspecting victim
to get blindsided
by my heart
spinning toward them like a Six Pointed Chinese Throwing Star.
Lyteweaver Jun 19
Lay down your defenses
You will not be able to resist this
Put away your weapons and take down
your protective fences
It's wasted energy to fight what's
pulling you
Discard your layers of armor
This arrow already penetrated your heart
Drop the shield trying to deflect
kindness coming your way
Lift off your helmet
to make room for your crown
Your spear is useless now
Here you stand naked and bare
willing to accept this love you've found
We can be warriors
Stronger together
An unbeatable pair
Fighting demons
Slaying dragons
And leading a path to victory with
the energy
we share
The question is
"Do you Dare?"
Lyteweaver Jun 19
We're running on a borrowed memory
of fading energy
that's losing its fire and desire to burn.
Strike a match next to
my heart
to
ignite the wick of serendipitous
romance
as we catch flame together
incinerating
stored pain and trauma
until we combust and turn to ash
in a dusty pile on the earth
swirled
together
for eternity.
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