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take a deep breath
and count to ten they say
instead of knocking his teeth in
because i don't understand his opinion
and he doesn't understand watching my back
for people like him to heave their heavy words onto me
without any kind of remorse because they are more privileged than i

step away
walk far far away they say
instead of turning around and screaming
i should be able to walk down the street holding my
significant others hand without fearing death because i
just do not understand their opinion

and i guess i never will
why are we so obsessed
with fixing ourselves
or finding someone else who will

we're not puzzles
or riddles
or broken

we're not really lost
we're wandering
we are travellers

we're neither things
we are human
we are feelings

we don't need someone to
complete us
or fix us

stop trying to convince yourself
that you need for someone
to replace that loneliness

darling,
light a fire
and let yourself feel the warmth
reading ****** erotica at the
dinner table, dim lit,
dusk dreaming of you far too late
in the evening for thoughts
to remain chaste.
Drake's voice laps at my ears,
waves beating upon shore, pulsing:
it's your's.
my chapped lips pressed against
the base of your palm;
the gesture is
comforting, a reminder I
can absolve myself when
I am with you,
that I do not belong to myself:
it's your's.
I awake alone,
snared in sweat-soaked sheets; you are
long gone, not even bothering to
leave a note;
you know I'll be back.
after all,
it's your's.
I spend hours writing some night in hopes to calm myself
but sometimes the words scratched along the paper aren't enough
I still find it hard to not think about death some days
I still think about my red inked silver pen
And i still wonder if happiness even exists or if it is just the god like coping mechanism we use to convince ourselves that we are okay
sorry not one of my best works but i thought id publish it anyhow
our flaws don't define us
they make us who we are
stretch marks, dimples
and all of your scars
each mark is a star
in your body's constellation
and though they tear us apart
we can't let them
no matter what
if we accept them or change
they will be used against us,
people will find a way
so we have to call them beautiful
look at them and smile
because they make us, us
they make us worthwhile
 Jul 2014 dmitri a danailov
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one day
i will hold you in my arms
and know that the world will not be ripped out from under my feet.

(at 3 am when the dragons of my past beckon to me
and engulf me in flames
i laugh and embrace them because
they will always be there for me)

don't weep for me
my love.

one day
you will not have tears in your eyes
when you ask me
why i cannot stay.
I'm tired** of being used
I'm tired of not being good enough
I'm tired of constantly harming myself to feel something
I'm tired of crying all the time
I'm tired of waiting for something to happen that isn't going to happen
I'm tired of waiting to be happy
I'm tired of not being okay
I'm tired of being hopeless
I'm tired of being in emotional pain
I'm tired of everything
I'm tired of being tired
I could go on forever
It's 3:23 am
and I can finally
say that I don't miss you
this *****, but who cares
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