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Cheat on me
Cheat with me
Let's cheat together

I'm 100 calories
When eaten in two
Servings which you
Won't but still 200
Calories!

****!

No for real
Though
Let's ****

Let's make love
Let's get *****
Your nose brown
With my sweet
Sticky
Mess

But for real
This is
No joke
Dive-in
Tongue first

I'm the cream
Of your crop
I'm a queen
I'll be on top
Of your world
Blow
You
R
Mind

Mooo
Ve
Me
Consume
Me
Make me
A part of
You

You a part
Of me
Us together
Guilt free
Skinny
Cow
And
Mindy
Gledhill
Inspired
I still don't know how it's
Possible

Or if it's possible...

Or if it
Happened exactly
How I remember

But I will
Do my best
To do justice

To the most sacred
Experience of my life
Thus far,

It all started with
A song I'd never heard before
"Long Lost Child"

I remember those words
Leaving my lips and feeling
A sense of shock

I had just told my wife
"Something strange is about to
Happen and I need you..."

The voice was mine but
The words all surprised me
"To trust me"

....

It had been a strange year
Equal parts beautiful
And tragic

I had been
Diagnosed a plural
Something I never even

Considered
Before but
Here We were

Dissociative Identity Disorder
Had haunted me my
Whole **** life

But finally I was
Getting words for
My experience

I was meeting new parts of me
Really old parts of me,
Frozen in time

Or in times
It's complicated
As you might imagine

Anyways,
On this night
I told my wife

To play a song
I was unfamiliar with
And told her to prepare

To hold me
To comfort
To be with me

Cause this was going to
Hurt like hell
And...

It did
We played the
Song

Over and over
And I sobbed
I was so scared

I wasn't ready
Yet to forgive
Myself

I wasn't ready
Yet to forgive
Them

And I definitely
Wasn't ready to
Forgive

HIM

So I called Her
A Her
And let go of Him

But after that day
I wasn't an atheist
Any more
https://youtu.be/25Gt6IgfKTc
nitelite  Jan 16
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nitelite Jan 16
a last shot into unknown,
dive deep into the soul less ink,
only to impart your own,
perhaps to emerge victorious?

imbue the stale cruelty of the inanimate
with the vivid cruelty of the soul,
bleed unto the mocking desolute canvas,
drawing blood from mindy & body in whole.

a last shot with broken minds,
write words that are not your own
for crazed usbthe hand that the soul hides behind
a battle of thoughts, then all alone.

Was it really anything at all?
These things I write, I can't quite trust them.
Yet I can't trust what I don't write.
It's so easy to get lost
In the _ of  _
Late 2019!! Hopefully I will start writing more this year, I've had a couple written that I'm still editing. A little uncharacteristic, but I hope to do something uplifting after this just to push my limits.

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