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I'm miscarrying. I'm losing a Child I could never have. I expected an abortion and what I got was a second trimester. I feel like everything beautiful I could ever say to you, Everything that could truly add up to your worth, You already know, and I have never even said them... Except with my eyes. All I want is to have And to hold. I feel you have always known me. Like a little piece of what I am has always been in you And everything you are has somehow sunk into my Conscience, my soul. When I am around you, I feel I have a soul. Remember? An entity. It's really there. People like you make me hope hope hope TO GOD that there is a Heaven People like you make me pray pray PRAY to someone I don't KNOW that we, as a species, can finally transcend and become something MORE. People like you make me BELIEVE that there is a possibility That humans can be the epitome of goodness, and tenderness, and responsibility, and care, and equality, and pensive, and love. I'm honest. Everything will be fine for me: It's fine that I'll cry It's fine that I'll feel depressed It's fine that I'll feel unwanted It's fine that I'll feel neglected And rejected, and pitied, and inadequate... Because these are all normal human emotions. But before this happens, what about... How long we can gaze at each other? What about how perfect our skin feels aligned? What about what those moments made you say? Remember the contentment? The beauty in us Just being there? What about you wanting it more than I did? What was all this? A precursor to a let-down? A build-up and a sudden realization of the fact that we are two separate people who feel completely comfortable as a single whole and you can't handle that right now? Because I could understand that. And I would still be here for you. But for the record... I feel like if this universe were to open up right now And time melted and disintegrated into dust And oceans began screaming and violins exploded And swans sang choruses with choked voices And volcanoes erupted, and bombs fell, and echos stopped And all the bells in the world forgot how to ring, That my last dying wish would be to run as fast as I could To find you. And then I would hold you. And I would hold you as this world collapsed. I would hold you until my hands grafted into your skin I would hold you until we were but skeletons arm in arm Splitting into thousands of pieces from shock waves I would ****** your spine with my fingers until they collided Until the world split directly in half I would rewrite constellations to spell your name, PROUDLY I would cry blood into your soul and you would know what I REALLY FEEL. I would squeeze you so hard that you would HAVE to understand and tell yourself, "These are the very last moments I will live." And, without speaking, my lips would reply, "SO LIVE THEM WELL."
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 8:51 AM UTC
From Crystal Peaks
I'm miscarrying. I'm losing a Child I could never have. I expected an abortion and what I got was a second trimester. I feel like everything beautiful I could ever say to you, Everything that could truly add up to your worth, You already know, and I have never even said them... Except with my eyes. All I want is to have And to hold. I feel you have always known me. Like a little piece of what I am has always been in you And everything you are has somehow sunk into my Conscience, my soul. When I am around you, I feel I have a soul. Remember? An entity. It's really there. People like you make me hope hope hope TO GOD that there is a Heaven People like you make me pray pray PRAY to someone I don't KNOW that we, as a species, can finally transcend and become something MORE. People like you make me BELIEVE that there is a possibility That humans can be the epitome of goodness, and tenderness, and responsibility, and care, and equality, and pensive, and love. I'm honest. Everything will be fine for me: It's fine that I'll cry It's fine that I'll feel depressed It's fine that I'll feel unwanted It's fine that I'll feel neglected And rejected, and pitied, and inadequate... Because these are all normal human emotions. But before this happens, what about... How long we can gaze at each other? What about how perfect our skin feels aligned? What about what those moments made you say? Remember the contentment? The beauty in us Just being there? What about you wanting it more than I did? What was all this? A precursor to a let-down? A build-up and a sudden realization of the fact that we are two separate people who feel completely comfortable as a single whole and you can't handle that right now? Because I could understand that. And I would still be here for you. But for the record... I feel like if this universe were to open up right now And time melted and disintegrated into dust And oceans began screaming and violins exploded And swans sang choruses with choked voices And volcanoes erupted, and bombs fell, and echos stopped And all the bells in the world forgot how to ring, That my last dying wish would be to run as fast as I could To find you. And then I would hold you. And I would hold you as this world collapsed. I would hold you until my hands grafted into your skin I would hold you until we were but skeletons arm in arm Splitting into thousands of pieces from shock waves I would ****** your spine with my fingers until they collided Until the world split directly in half I would rewrite constellations to spell your name, PROUDLY I would cry blood into your soul and you would know what I REALLY FEEL. I would squeeze you so hard that you would HAVE to understand and tell yourself, "These are the very last moments I will live." And, without speaking, my lips would reply, "SO LIVE THEM WELL."
These words everyone has wanted to shout at some point or another. Definitely inspired by Buddy Wakefield
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 8:51 AM UTC
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