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What we had
was never true yet
you led me into believing you.

Screaming and thrashing;
that's how you left me,
now even sitting near a fire cant warm whats left of me.

I cant fix the pain that bleeds inside of me
because you took away the little
that was left of my sanity.

Normally, I'd say it was a pleasure knowing you.
but can I say that, when you told me that
wasn't the real you?

They told me to move on,
say "***** you" and smile.
"come on, you can do it. yeaah you're strong."

But little do they know, that you were my strength
and now?
Now you're just *gone.
I try to write
But my words
Stumble and trip
Drunk within my brain
The stairway to my pen
So steep and treacherous
That they dare not tumble down them
Lest they be broken and ruined by the fall
So they stay deep within the den of my brain
In inebriated silence
While my muse
Drinks a bottle of wine
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Wanderer
"Stay?"
A pleaded entreaty with tears
Soaking the edges of it's echo
Carries from your mouth to my ears
My mind races with leg entwined visions
The sloppy wet heat of our tongues
Swirling
Whispered apologies for years of neglect and bad choices
All could be mine
Yet...
That may be all *this
is
Chemical desire in a centrifuge
Until well blended with come **** me
DNA strands
You say you'll be there
Then when most needed
"Where's Waldo?", on the search
You know, even without disease
Our telomeres will eventually decide
When we are finished
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Your fingerprints are all over my heart
Love, it's my mind
You've been reaching for all of this time
To only brush it with your fingertips
My heart is shattered and splintered
it is bruised and battered
it is lacking the one thing that
any human needs most --
a love so strong and pure
that the stars couldn't match
the light that shined from inside us.
I've been pretty lonely lately.
At the end of the day when there's no one but me & you. When there's no light & just darkness. Underneath my makeup, I want you to be able to see the pain in my eyes. The tears stained on my cheeks. The broken words left on my lips. The hate in my heart & the loneliness of my soul. I want you to see the bags under my eyes from sleepless nights. Or the crying behind my laughs. I want you to be able to touch me without feeling like you have to fix me. But importantly, when I am fixed, I want to be the *muse behind the freshness of your being...
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Nameless
I spill out not only ink onto the paper...
but my soul,
my deepest fears,
a few hopes and dreams,
but also some lost things.
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