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Love can be fleeting
or can be all encompassing
it depends on the people
and the hearts that are involved.

I have given so much of myself
to hearts that never returned the pleasure
I have struggled to keep love alive
though its light had begun to fade.

I sometimes wondered where my path would go
now I feel this is where I am supposed to be-
in your arms, so full of love
splendid and secret moments of joy...

Alone with you, I feel whole
un-needing of anything else.
Is this what its supposed to feel like?
like I am coming home.
curled next to you in my bed
is what i'd rather do
instead of lay in bed alone
thinking of things unknown
at least i'd get some rest
knowing that i'm lying next to the best
even if i couldn't
you'd try to sing me to sleep
with your voice i'd love to keep
 Aug 2015 Stacey Mills
KM Ramsey
i heard my mom use the L word
when i was telling her
about my personally forbidden escapades
with the boy
my doctor
who i’ve let see
a framed picture of
an iota of my wounds
but still cannot bring myself to call
my boyfriend
as if the word is somehow poisoned
as i’ve convinced myself
in my loneliness
that the idea of that
feeling that most definitely isn’t love
was the stinging venom
burning through my veins
melting my skin to
waxy torrents coursing
from gaping wounds
butchered into my supple dermis
trying to escape my corporeal prison.

my body seizes at the utterance
of two syllables
because i am terrified that
the house of cards that
hold up that word on such an
unnatural pedestal
will crumble
evaporate into the
ether hanging around me
keeping me drunk on
that piquing ache churning
reaching deeper than
the bedrock of my stomach
that my incessant pepto can’t touch
a blowfly burrowing itself
into the mucosa of my abdominal cavity
that i know is filled with my
vital organs
but feels more like a vacuum.

he’s not my boyfriend
even though i tell him to turn over
in the darkness of our
shared slumber
so i can be the big spoon
and he can teach me how to breath
his respirations in his back
pressing my chest into
inhalation
just as my head on his chest
rises and falls
with him
my pectoral moon
pulling my tides
surrendering to the
inevitable turn and living
in that imperceptible moment
between inhalation and exhalation
a silence wherein
we are one
and i feel like his skin
could perhaps be mine.
letters to you i'll never send
 Aug 2015 Stacey Mills
TYRAN
Long before the summer came.
I figured out your name.
Little did I know of you.
I should be hiding from you.
When we kiss is a storm we create.
By the end it's too late.
Then we watched it all fall.
Without thinking to think tall.
This happens to us all.
Who will survive this ghastly burn?
Eventually the tables turn.
You will find your reason for
the future and forevermore.
Breakups, blegh.
He never showed up..!!
The special night got ruined,
Devastated..ohh..what he knew
The tenderness of a girl's heart..
That he simply shattered..
Into a thousand pieces and one
All those that had always belonged to him
Years of smiles turned into vacant expressions
Moments she cherished seemed nothing
but hollow promises and hurting kisses
But now the world had come to standstill
How easily do we trust jerks, she thought
Cried, lamented the entire way home,
Blamed her stupidity, her fate, her gods,
She felt so abortive, so worthless, so empty
Couldn't stand betrayal of the love she believed in
She had known the reality of life, the harsh way
The only little thing that remained unknown
Was the hospital where his heart kept beating..
Still kept beating..i..love..you..i..love..you...
 Aug 2015 Stacey Mills
Jacob
Missing
 Aug 2015 Stacey Mills
Jacob
I'll remember those times
Long ago when it felt real
To visit someone amazing
Who I could spend every moment
With and not want to leave

I could explain everything to you
And you would listen and be
There for me
I would want you to be here
To smile full of joy and whisper,
I'm so proud of you

You will be there watching
All those great moments, and
I will feel happy knowing that
You are there to witness it all

I wish I could go back
To that happy place
once more.
Dedicated to my grandmother, written around the time of her death
Mother always says you are your father’s child,
So , since he’s an alcoholic … & a dead beat dad….
Does that change me into something bad …?
At some point in 2004, my father stopped being a father at all.
He stopped calling, stopped trying, and ultimately,
Stopped caring.
Does that mean that I stopped caring too?
The fact that my father's an *******
to the highest degree and chose
Drugs and alcohol over his own daughter….
Does that change the fact that I am anything but him.
Does it make a difference that he no longer cares
or tries to have any relationship with me or the fact
He abandoned all responsibilities and therefore lost all of my respect?
I will always be the "father's daughter" I longed for,
yet never achieved.
I'll have my "daddy issues" to talk about in group.
They tried to fix me with a med
That sick pill taste like lead
Perhaps shock therapy instead
he did zap me till I wished I was  dead
The fact that my father did nothing but
Beat me
Bruise me
Bleed me
Hurt me
Break me
so Does that change me into something bad …?
Does this change that I was always told that I'd end up just like him?
Does this change the times I longed for his hugs,
Does it change the memories I hold of being held in his drug ridden hands
and the smell of alcohol on his clothes?
Will I ever come to make amends with the man who brought me into
this world just to abandon me in the same world?
Will he ever know how much I hurt?    
Does that change me into something bad …?
Will I Ever be someone different from him
Does that change the fact that I am anything but him.
And that I long for everything but Him!


Layal Charara – October 6th 2014
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