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And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
Being alone again makes it hurt,
people whisper that it could be worse.
I cannot focus on more than one thing,
my mind says I'm healthy but it stings.
There I go, breaking myself down,
it's no wonder nobody sticks around.
There's a simple comfort, "Last time I was bigger,"
There are things I can't avoid,
and everything is a trigger.
You can't catch lightning,
and it's dangerous to try.
But if I almost die from it,
maybe it can change my wicked mind.
Look at you, all covered in skin.
From head to toe, letting nobody in.
You think you're smart, well I am too
You're not that good, you don't have me fooled.
You see, behind all that muscle
And bone that helps you stand,
I see something bigger, a stronger,
Bolder man.
And with every breath, you breathe me in deep
But still will refuse that its with me that you sleep.
Behind all that pride,
And selfishness to boot,
I've got something better, stronger it seems.
I've got your love,
And I've got its deep roots.
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 Oct 2012 Madeline Grant
Montana
I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.
8/13/12

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