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Another disagreement between us.
Love and Trust.
Which is more important you say?
You fail to realize they are equal as one.
"You can trust a friend and not love them."
But can you be in love with your partner and not trust them??
Another one of my opinions you shot down.
I know for a fact that Love and Trust are as one.
When you broke my trust..
It was only up until it was finally lost for me to fall out of love with you.
Even after I tried so hard to stay.
What is love without trust anyway?
I'll make peace with my heart
Someday I'll get over the hurt
I'll see to my scars and every bruise
beautiful stars in the sky will be my muse
someday I'll pick myself up & stop talking
that day it will be about walking
for I'll be moving on past the shades of regret
past the bitterness of being dabbed an ingrate
someday I'll cross this River without fear
use her waters to wash away every tear
leave  this place printless like I was never here
I'll forget this past for it holds nothing dear
I'll collect all the scattered shards
and leave like the gorgeous journey birds
only there's no chance I'll ever lay foot here again
for this place has but caused me so much pain
I hate to go but I have to leave and to believe
for how long must one soul shatter and one heart grieve?
I'm a understanding guy
If you give me a chance, you'll know why
You have bigger fish to fry
Than to get stuck into somebody's web
I'm not here to control you
I'm not here to keep you captured in my cage
You're the other half of me
So I want you to be relaxed
You can do what you want
Im not going to stop your elation
You can play around with other women
As long as you tell me
I don't care
It won't bother me
It you tell me what you're doing
Trust is what keeps things alive
I'm trustworthy with others
So that shouldn't be exempt here
I'm ready to preserve
On being the best for you
Your top ace
Of the lineup
If you show me that you really love me and that you really care, and go the extra mile to prove it to me that you do
I will be grateful forever
You can be free and you
You're not my property
I'm just the man you chose to be with
That special one
You want to spend the rest of your life with
I'm perfectly happy with that
You created a happy man
 Jan 2016 Racheal McKnight
Onoma
As this flame
meditates upon
self-erasure...
the rounded lip
of its glass enclosure
creates a teetering
butterfly shadow...
against the wall.
Long and bold
The winter soul
Blistering winds
Of bitter cold

A poetic flight
These winter blues
The hibernation
Of our muse

Frozen thoughts
That freeze the page
  Incomplete sentences
Of frostbitten rage

I pull on my boots
Head out the gate
Smile as I cringe
Snow in my face

To weather this land
At this frigid hemisphere
Takes far more perseverance
Than special foul weather gear...
They lied to me when they said that sticks and stones break bones but words don't hurt

I found that your words have branched and rooted within every splinter in my bones and the ache is nagging and constant

It's the guilt your words caused that weigh like boulders on my shoulders and every step causes a new fracture

Sticks and stones don't break bones but the weight of your words have crushed me
Written on January 16, 2016 and shared on Hello Poetry on January 18, 2016. Copywrite under Bianca Reyes and all rights reserved.
They call it a Loveseat because it was designed for you to make love on it
We have to re-rate all those G-rated films with Loveseats in them
They imply ****** tension
And we don't want that exposed to our children!
It's the work of the devil!
I demand action on them now!
Can't you see i'm joking?
We're merely close to twenty years of this century
And it's only gotten more ridiculous
The future awaits
For more loveseat incidents
And people up in arms over tedious, pointless things that nobody should care about
But ISIS? That Egypitan babe has been dead for so long! What are you talking about?
There's no way that old darling is still alive?
Terrorism? What's that?
Is that the term they use when they see Loveseats in G movies?
Probably the most sarcastic poem i've ever written, maybe ever.
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