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You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.
I am the embodiment of your sins.

I am your greed, gold in color and always asking for more.

I am your lust, swirling in amber with a slip of my tongue upon your flesh.

I am your wrath, rolling in a fit of redden anger.

I am your sloth, lounged in white, sleeping in between your sheets.

I am your gluttony, always craving more, more, more...

I am your pride, held purple in my state of royalty.

And

I am your envy, green with what never can fully be mine.

I am your sins. Full bodied. Anointed.
The storm takes me where I don’t want to go
Somewhere dark and gloomy
Electrified with hate
Sticky with tears
I don’t want these feelings I thought I got rid of them
I thought they were gone
I thought I had gotten over this
But I haven’t
I have been harboring these feelings for quite awhile
Hoping no one would notice
But I have to let these feelings out of they will be the death of me
~Angel~
We're making this up as we go along,
afraid of what will happen
if we have a plan, that doesn't go as planned.

But right now i know,
i just want you with me,
i want you in my life,
on my lips,
your scent in my head and on my clothes.

And if wanting, no, needing that
ruins what we're doing right here,
right now,
then forgive me and
please, please stay.
You clung on.
You never did anything, a court room would concur.
Your Misses was bound ***** and gagged though, it happened.  
A sinking ship her mind lost to insanity. Each night she loses skin.
It’s none off your back, you need to leave her, there’s time to get your **** together.
You can be with her again someday, leave her heal.
There are people who deal with that.

Insanity rules from a distance.  
Tá do lá a thagann a chuisle mo chraoí

— The End —