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There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can't climb out.
It's my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.

I put one foot in
front of the other,
and I will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.
I have 2 and a half weeks sober  I went to the hospital and had 2 withdraw seizures.  I fell and hit my head, I got a concussion and a small brain bleed, I am hopeful.
a quivering combust
from this disgrace:
in fuss speak low run fast
recover all you must
a key is now misplaced
them us them us
retaliate but never trust
the more you hate
the more to ask for
help
the more the less
alas
My lines are there to scarcely read between them but all I can is hope you do the math.
First it steals small names
   then dreams of cunning lust.
   It smothers white hot desire
   then steals my flaccid trust.

   It hides joys I knew and my
   hate I once kept in my head
   steals lovers not forgotten.
   It buries me before I'm dead.
I tried and I cried
same time every night

I used everything
to numb my head

from the smoke
to the drink
I closed my eyes
to help me think

you were here
but you left me

so who is this
who’s laying
in our bed
Come dance with me
Let’s dance up in the stars
Let’s tickle the moon
Let’s fly

Come dance with me
Let’s dance until sunrise
Let’s visit Mars and Venus
And all there is

Come dance with me
Into our future
Hold my hand
And walk along the beach

Come dance with me
Let’s walk by the Seine
Visit the Tower of London
Let’s see the islands of Greece

Come dance with me
Forever
They say that a person can hurt you in relation to the level of their importance in your life.
He was and he is the second most important person in my life (next to myself).
That’s why if someone will ask me if he hurt me, I’ll tell them:

“He hurt me in ways I sometimes couldn’t bear the pain. He hurt me in ways I think he wouldn’t. He hurt me in ways I never really think my heart could handle. Loving him hurt me, as loving someone is always the best and worst decision one could ever make. But loving him is something I don't and won't regret.”
And I'll choose to love him again and again if I could go back in time.
Our connection
is a pale moon above
and stars that shine
they are yours as much as ever they were mine
we feel the grey of falling rain
the warmth of joy and the chill of pain
we live and we love, we laugh and die
under a yellow sun and the same blue sky
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