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 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
fasi
Let me ...
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
fasi
Love me for my virtues, I shall someday
Hate me for my failings, let me today
Fragments, I will sew them together one day.
Fall apart in several pieces, let me today.
Dance in monsoon rains, I shall someday
Oceans in my eyes; let them flow today
On roses, on velvet, I shall rest someday
On razor sharp thorns; let me roll today
Desires,  dreams;  I’ll have some day
Despair is here, let her consume me today
If chance is upon me, in merriment
Let me live, a little that day.
Now discount the world & be silent  
Let me. Let me die, a little today.
#anxiety #depression #despair
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Amanda
In these writings, we lie.

A smidgen of red, black, navy-blue ink over truth.  

Cross outs over uglier words, dotted full stops to string the infinite memories.

To make broken glass and porcelein cups whole again.

The kind of facts we did not wish to know, the kind that numbed your veins even in the summer.
We paint them white.

We are liars.
But you were my first *truth.
The last line, I am positive that I quoted from another writer here.
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 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Caitlin Drew
You were there for so long,
keeping me up right and locked
in the same position
to fix the things underneath my skin.
Things I can't see without other's devices.
All of these fractured, cracked and shattered bits of me
started to come back together.
Never close to how I was.
But the vest version of me that is capable of existing now.

Now you've been serrated from me.
Shrapnel of you flew everywhere
as the pieces of us were ripped and removed,
all that's left of you and me is an empty shell of what was.
My protection from this world is now just hazardous debris.

Adjusting to this different version of myself,
it's skin I don't recognize
and doesn't feel like mine.
This scaffolding of happiness
can never fully integrate
with so much of me missing.
Too much, Too many
Too many pills to swallow
To much sorrow for
Tomorrow,
Too many knives to the heart
Too much love from the start,
Too much lost
Too many things it cost,
Love is faded from this empty life
There isn't much light to lead me through the strife,
Not much left but this ****** knife,
Too much time all these years,
Too many times if I've shed  my tears.
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Doy A
Premises
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Doy A
Through my neurosis
And impulses
Through my absence
And my lapses
Through my slipups
And my mishaps
You stayed.

And so...

Through your dark days
And your wrong ways
Through your weakness
And your sickness
Through your losses
And your heavy crosses
I will stay.

*I promise.
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