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Tuesday Pixie Nov 2014
"You make me forget all the bad things"
I'm really glad.
I wish I could say the same.
You make the bad bearable.
It's incredible.
I can't tell you how incredible.
Just like I can't fully explain this sickness.

It's physical pain that pulls my mind from the bliss of you
To the darker realms
This multiplying cocophony of symptoms
United to produce
A mystery illness
Undiagnosable
- So far.
It's pain, discomfort, sorrow, and a slow ebbing of hope
- But you, arms shielding me from the world
You, eyes warm and deep with concern
You, somehow with the right words,
When I didn't believe there were any,
You, simply listening,
You give me hope.

To be alone now could be unbearable
That spark becomes inconceivable.

You just keep me hanging on
And that's more than I could have ever asked for.

Thank you
Is not adequate
For the time and energy you have wasted
Cuddling my tears dry
Loving me as the worst of it fades
Til life is a bowl of oranges once more
A still life posed
A fraction of experience
A page of exqusite poetry
Til life is colour and meaning
And depth
Til life is more than just pain splattered red across a page.
'You just keep me hanging on' from 'a perfect day', 'a bowl of oranges' and 'still life posed' are from 'bowl of oranges' by Bright Eyes, my favourite Bright Eyes song. Thank you for keeping me company through those days so long and black.
Emily Starr  Jul 2023
Happy 4th
Emily Starr Jul 2023
Let there be noise
Explosions bled
Great cocophony
Inside my head

Drown the voice
Blissful hush!
Timorous absence
Muffled drums

For fear! It's pause...
Unpresent thoughts
They're rushing back
They crush and clot

— The End —