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 Oct 2015 Rabby Rantong
Emma
Physics states that
anything that goes up
must come down
due to gravity
it also states that
when something comes down
it accelerates
Perhaps this is why
the greater the rise
the greater the fall
the greater the pain
the pain of it all
We rose so high only to fall,
my sun, my moon, my all
he looked at me as if I was beautiful


I am all shattered fragments,
a soul in tatters,
scars and faded wounds
that still burn deep,


but he loved every one of these things.
 Oct 2015 Rabby Rantong
y i k e s
I'm not good with words
and certainly not good with picking up hints

I have no way to actually put this in words
and I have no way to actually tell you

But recently you've had me floating on a cloud
that you exhaled

And I've never been more happy to have someone stroll into my life
stupid lil poem about a new you
 Oct 2015 Rabby Rantong
Skai
Will he be distant?
Is it going to be different?
How different will it be?
Will he not cuddle into my side?
Is he going to put his head on the opposite side of the bed?
Will he not let me hold him just like all the other days before?
Will I not feel his breath down my neck as he sleeps so soundly?
Will I not see his tired eyes as he wakes?
Will he no touch me as he use to?
Will I ever hear his heart beat again?

Is this the end?
I'm terrified.
Not a day goes by
Without you on my mind
The moments without you
Seem to drag on forever
Yet I wait for you
To see you
And feel your embrace again
To protect you, held in my arms
I wait for the day
When we are together once more
Finally without obstacles
Standing in our way
Don't just listen.
Feel.
Because the answers don't always come
In loud preachings and audible words.
Sometimes they come
In the dark of the night
Brought by the silent whispers
Or the cold midnight breeze.
Sometimes your heart hears
More than your ears do.
I am brutally honest
Raw
Untamable

And I'm not sorry if that makes you uncomfortable or not like me
Because I refuse to apologize for having the courage to be exactly who I am:

A mess of a lot beautiful and broken things all piled on top of each other
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