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My love for you
is like a padded cell.
Inside which my desire thrashes about,
ranting and moaning
like the spectre of our passion.
It is a madness that cant be cured.
A mental illness of the heart,
that leads me to howl in the night.
If there were a cure,
I would not take it.
No therapy can relieve this horrific longing.
I shall giggle and rave
and pound my head
against the padded wall
of our love
until the frontal lobotomy
of your touch
soothes the raging lunatic
inside my soul.

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Why do you wear
that sullen look my love?
Why do your words tumble
from your mouth in a jumble?
What has happened to the fiery passion
that once burned in your incomparable heart?
What could possibly have happened
to quell such a brilliant blaze?
Was it my love, the denial thereof,
the acknowledgement of needing someone?
Was it something beneath my actions,
some meaning imperceptible to those less observant?
Who would you like for me to be?
Who is it you want?
When will you simply accept me the way I am?
When will you smile again, be happy again?
What would you have me do, to prove to you
that after all that has happened
I still love you?

§

Every moment we are apart
is like a vast ocean
of agony.
The most melancholy melodies
cannot compare to the silence
in which you have left me.
I think of the love we shared,
those incomparable nights
and wondrous days,
our arms around each other,
our lips merging with each other
our eyes ever open, unwilling to be without
the vision of each other,
even for a moment.
Now my eyes are scrunched shut
as I cry incessantly.
The thought of you
is the most potent lacrimating agent in existence.
Twin saline rivulets run
like rivers of despair,
they cut channels down my cheeks.
Those who look upon me laugh
at my hollow sorrow, my pathetic sobs.
I care not what onlookers think
they can mock and deride me
all they want.
I want only
You.

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We travel through this life
inflicting pain upon each other.
We open old wounds,
and callously pick at each others scabs.
We burn each other.
Like solar flares
some of us burn bright and violent.
But beneath all the suffering, and cruelty
there lurks a fleeting shadow
of hope.
We swallow our own pain,
open new wounds,
and carelessly pick at our scabs.
We burn ourselves.
Like wolves to the moon
we howl out our desires.
But beneath all the masochism, and self flagellation
there stands a definitive avatar
of our love.
Pain is an inevitability
this we know...
but if we can find hope,
and we can love each other,
joy is just as inevitable.

§

I hold the pieces
of our shattered hearts,
a frozen red handful
of our failed love.
If I could piece them back together,
and if I could sacrifice the warmth of my body
in order to thaw them,
I would certainly do so.
If I could tear open
both of our *******
and place my heart in your chest
and yours in mine,
you know I would do it.
If I could revive the flames
of our love
with the intensity of my passion,
strike a spark to the smouldered ashes,
I would give my eyes
to do so.
But alas my darling...
I fear such things are beyond my power.
All I can do is hand you half
of the mingled shards of our hearts,
and take half for my own.
So that you would thereafter hold
half of my heart,
and I half of yours,
making us eternal equals
in love,
until our bodies grow cold,
in death.

§


We wander through this life
donning a thousand masks,
all the while believing
that nothing we do is of any consequence.
He compartmentalize,
and after countless failures
many give up.
But there is Hope!
There is always potential for growth.
The stagnant swamp we dwell in
year after year,
afraid of the criticisms of our youth,
the slingstones and arrows of our foes,
is not the only reality.
Lashing out and trying to ****
those who want to help us
solves nothing.
It only makes us into the monster
that they think we are.
We are not monsters
We are beautiful angels.
Reach through the shadows.
Stop being afraid,
take my hand now!
There is hope.
For every last one of us.
No matter how hopeless
we may think we are.
Despair is the only illusion.
Shatter it, cast off your masks
and come walk with me.
I know who you are...
You know me...
I have lied before, tell me
Am I lying now?

§

I desire only
this life I now live,
in service to you
my remarkable lover.
Every single magical moment
you reveal to me
is a memory I will cherish
long after death overcomes me.
Eternal darkness is acceptable
if your voice will be there with me.
Let loose the hounds of hell,
I care not, I am contented for once in this lifetime.
For I have found a remarkable woman.
Your wit and brilliance dwarfs the minds
of the most elite.
You will forever be my one and only,
even if this world were to crash into nothingness.
I will always be in your service,
to me you are everything,
Even if I know,
you will only tear me
apart.