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MaryJane Rebel Aug 2012
Fall is ****** upon me like puberty on a child
The anticipation and excitement of ****** change
A new precipice to fall from
Reminding me summers love long ago faded
A relationship transformed into a festering wound
Oozing rot masked sweetly with the scent of candied words
MaryJane Rebel Aug 2012
I am a child
The loneliest kind of child
An only child
Suited with vividly wild imagination, a vernacular beyond my years and a need for understanding encouraged by parents who believed in the truth with an answer for every question.
I am a beast
Angry and wild
With a passion so burning I am in awe I am not on fire
I am alone
MaryJane Rebel Aug 2012
Are you thinking of me?
Do I ever sweep through your mind?
Rolling over meadows of memories, like fog consuming the horizons line

Tonight I watched two souls interacting
Shared secrets kept behind smile lines
Reminiscence of you and I,
Moments shared so sweetly, our lies caramelized

The world faded away
Atmosphere melted like butter
Saturating conversations of strangers to the buzz of a fly in lovers ears
Swept out in the rip tide of compatibility
Making love through articulation

It was all a fallacy
You likely never cared for me, never weighed the reality of distance and time
Thinking only of yourself
Fulfilling insecurities and selfish desires with glutinous appetite

A coward
Lying like wounded prey, victimized in the masses eyes
Leaving those that loved you demolished
Moth eaten garments suggestive of rags
Ruins of a civilized time
MaryJane Rebel Aug 2012
I hear your voice like a screaming nightmare
Breaking the consoling silence of sleep
Whispers softly nibbling my ear
Waking alone I wrap my arms around myself
Your memory lingers at my fingertips
Caress my soft skin, feel my womanly curves and touch my ample *******
Fantasizing you
Then lay alone, an empty carcass in the reality of my morning daydreams.
Moving to changing destinations, paths passing the places we used to visit
I greet your ghost there
A haunting apparition of the love you were unable to bequeath
But felt the need to feed.
A carrot stick of intimacy dangled poetry in front of my ravenous hunger
Tear filled eyes with muddied thoughts ponder perception and acceptance
Like a wounded animal starving to death in the wild
Pleading please put me out of my misery
Feed my void or punish me for my inadequacies
Anything but desertion
Alone in this love with no one to catch my fall
No one to guide me home
My ***** burn with the laughter of children
Feeling like a cat in heat, arching her back, anticipating the excitement of pleasure
Distraction is the anesthetic, filling days with faces, stories and preoccupations
Silent car rides home allow speculation to settle in
New hysteria of doubts and accusations
No solace for those who suffer the anguish of what it is to ruminate
Imaginary conversations swing reality like a pendulum
From black to white, through a grey scale of affection
Evening wraps her arms around me offering peaceful relief
Moments of acceptance to relinquish misery keep my sanity
A lullaby soothing salted wounds
Liberty to forgive,
Unable to forget you
MaryJane Rebel Aug 2012
Love is fleeting.  
An enigma of energy moving with the speed of a train derailed from its tracks.
It is quick and overcomes you with ferocity,
a deceitful dance of give and take,
to chase and be chased.

Love unrequited wraps itself around you,
like chains made to drag your not quite lifeless body to a hidden sepulcher at the bottom of the sea. Pressure and time will turn your corpse into less then a faint memory,

a face in a dream of the lover you were unable to obtain.

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