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Margaret Sites Dec 2010
Touch me, kiss me, love me, hate me.
I want it all and I want more.
Louder, harder, faster, stronger.
I want it all and I want it longer.
No breaks.
No breather.
Just touch me, pull me, throw me,
Love me.
All night, all day, every week, every way.
I want you all to me, and I want you
To take me.
Push it baby, push it farther,
Don't stop now, it's just getting harder.
Grab me, squeeze me, feel me, hurt me.
I want to feel like I feel inside.
Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.
Love me.
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'10
Margaret Sites Dec 2010
Ash
Mister, can you hear me?
As I call to you in this nights smolder.
Mister, please stop,
I can't feel anything anymore.
I lay here, in your arms,
Struggling in the snow.
Your heat is radiating,
And I'm burning in your shadow.
I push against your body,
Responding with a crack,
My head is now on fire,
With red stains upon your lap.
Mister, are you done?
You've left me here in fear.
The snow flakes fall as ashes,
Melting in my tears.
_

'10
Margaret Sites Dec 2010
Never have my eyes
Seen so much sadness.
Never have these eyes
Seen so deeply into
An enigma of finesse.

Your bones are of silver,
Destructive yet divine.
Your strength from a father,
Your safety aligned.
Your blood is of iron,
The veins are now rusted.
But your heart is still running,
With love now entrusted.

An infant of ignorance,
A child of sorrow.
The young man of dreams,
Your hopes for tomorrow.
A meeting of chance, the southside and diner
Such an innocent way,
For love to acquire.

But now the leaves have gone missing,
The trees, filled with death
Have blocked out the sunshine,
And pierced the pearls chest.
The young man of dreams
With the cracked pearl in heart,
Looks into the mountain
And screams in the dark.

But the fire never fades, and the heart, still pumping
Flows fast and determined,
To keep them from crumpling.
The pearl cries softly, trapped in her mind.
But strong hands protect her
And kind words breathe, “time”.

The white snowfall stops twice,
The sweet spring sings again,
And again.
The long summer rains for two.
But only once does the autumn wind,
Bring October to its end.

A young man of dreams,
With the pearl in his hands,
An inevitable season,
With freedoms demand.
Together, finale,
The pearl is released.
And over the mountain they kiss,
Forever in peace.
_

'08
Margaret Sites Dec 2010
Happy Thanksgiving.
Thanks for the love.
Thanks for the care.
Thanks for keeping me miserable.
While trying to repair.

I am great full.
You are kind.
I am screaming.
You are blind.

"He is a liar."
"He is a fake."
Shut the **** up.
"Mistake. Mistake."

I know what I want.
I know what I am.
I know what you are.
There is a plan.

Know that I love you.
Know that I care.
I show you my punishment.
My pride. Our despair.

The distance is great.
This distance is long...
It is painful.
Unrelenting
Merciless. Strong.

But,
Our future is stronger.
Our future is pure.
It is just in our grasp.
Patience; the Cure.
_

'08
Margaret Sites Dec 2010
Hello Darling.
I see you've met my coffin.
Her name is Death.
And she welcomes me.

Hello Darling.
I see you've read my will.
It rips as it goes by.
And it screams mendacity.

Hello Darling.
I see you've read my tombstone.
You sound "My Dearest Darling."
And it cackles in revulsion.

Hello Darling.
I see you've hung yourself.
You twist and contort in the truth.
And it tells you Death by Darling.
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'08
Margaret Sites Dec 2010
So, I’m just a. . .friend.
I’m just your down to earth buddy that keeps you company.
Makes you laugh. Makes you happy. Keeps a smile on your face.
So I’m just your friend.
I’m always just the. . .friend.
And sure, I love friends. I’m so happy to have them.
I’m glad to make them laugh. Happy. Smile.
I love just having friends. . .and only friends.
I love making people feel better about themselves, or making their day just a little bit better.
But why though, am I always seen as just-
a friend.
Never anything more. . .never even thought of.
And sure, I’ll get the once in a lifetime friend.
That has considered it. But why is it always someone I-
Just want to be friends with.
And I turn them away. And I hate it.
I hate knowing that someone actually saw something in me.
That they thought of me more than just a friend.
But I can’t feel the same way. And I feel guilty and angry and sad and I just want to run up to you and apologize with everything that’s in me and tell you that I want to be more than just your friend but I cant--!
I hate it. I loathe it. I hate that I can’t make myself feel that way.
I hate hurting my friends.
I hate turning them away.
So please, my friends.
Always think of me as just--
Your friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And find someone else that can give you more than my friendship. . .
Ever could.
Because, forever, eternal, I’ll always be just. . .
A friend.
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'o7
Margaret Sites Dec 2010
As I stare threw the human minds I suddenly begin to dream
Of  being told "I like you too" in the voice that's so serene.
I continue to gaze upon your face then you turn your back to me
Hope, love, bonds, friendship; are all inside my scene.
Your passion, your voice, are all so far, so very far from here
My mind goes blank, but then it wilds, as I pray you do not hear.
But still I sit and dream about you, and that I pray, is clear.
_

'07
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