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I never cried for you. You knew me the best, the ache that always flared when I slept the wrong way, your soft hands would find it, body draped and spooned to mine as a living thermal blanket. You'd quietly touch in the dark, soothing that spinal ghostwithout request or a signal because I could not cry. You knew the unseen constriction buried within the plane of my chest, the ailment I once believed to be a phantom with n...

It's always present, just under the surface, clawing and scratching, this sadness within It can come at any time, whether rain or shine, a voice never silenced, this sadness of mine It pushes people away, those I care for most, feeding on the carnage, this sadness in me Born from past heartaches, fed by current failures, it's grip is so strong, this sadness within

I cannot reassemble us alone,All the gifts remain unanswered, latitude and longitude have split this blossom.These waters will carry meback to where a torch was first lit.All the signals flow into me onceI reach this haven's deepest vein,where we are told through diagrams,storied glyphs adorning stone,woven with cartography.I see your name in everything here,your careful script in each grain of sand.This geography was mar...

Lover, how could we have knownthis time last year, that you would not be here. That time would have run out. We planned on forever, today should have been the beginning and yet, our forever ended some time ago. They say time heals all wounds, and perhaps that is true. But enough time has not elapsed to ease the pain of you leaving me. Here I sit, upon this white sand as the storm moves in, the sky is dark, water rolling i...

Somewhere beyond and out thereA place far better than hereWhere the only way is truthWith no room for any lieWhere eyes are always openAnd hearts never become closedA place of brightness and loveDevoid of darkness and hateSome say this is where we comeThe place where we will all goThat this cold world is our deathAnd the warmth there is our birthWhere there's no more need to fightAnd one's self can be at peaceWhere there...

Somewhere in between,the useless child I was defined to be,and the man I hope to someday become,lies a path I can barely see or understandSomewhere in between,the liberation and joy at being told "I love you,"and the emptiness as another love turns to disdain,lies the key to a cycle I cannot breakSomewhere in between,the voices of friendship and compassion,and those voices turning to condemnations,lies a heart that cannot...

While you are the collection,the narrative stays here,always close to our skin,no one gets to know the rest of the story, loverOf how every cell in my bodysang like a fevered secretthat I'll always carry with me,you could never know this.Because there was so much held backthat could've bloomed between the pauses,the words and countless moments that I wasn't able to give you.Through a current carrying us,there was some uns...

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On nights like these,alone with only my thoughts,my past returnsI can barely keep the voices at bay,they will not be silenced,nor will they tolerate being ignored A dozen voices whispering in the night,in an unending unison of judgement,"you cannot be loved"So many chances,and an equal number of failures,the result always seems the sameEither by careless inaction,mistakes that cannot be undone,or wrong decisions made from...

As you hold my hand Walking along the beach Leaving footprints in the sand Finding our way As the sun starts to set Stoping as we look towards the horizon Hand and hand  Leaning in to steal a kiss  As my toes curl in the sand Sun sets as the moon rises  Continuing to walk hand and hand  On the moon lit beach Stealing a kiss here and there As we leave our footprints in the sand

I thought I saw you todayWalking away from me in an empty streetI ran to catch you but turned the corner and you were goneI searched and called out your nameSeeing you in a window paneI rapped the glass but you only staredThen I noticed the reflection passing behind meTurning to chase after the one I loveI was about to take hold of her shoulder when she spun aroundIt wasn't you and my mind spun alongA group surrounded me...

Shy away from a temple this morning,I should have known better than to stay,to always breathe in someone else,resting against temperatures made up by another's skin.So I'll take this cure,dream you up in order to cool these fevers down,the mark's already been made,counted on and memorized.All I need now is a sign,a shudder or reluctant sigh,a graceful aching finally pierced,then my summer's said and done.Winter's already...

Sometimes word can break your heart. They spread a lie you never thought you would believe. You spoke words of friendship and of love. I began to think that maybe just maybe it could be. Somewhere along the way I fell a little bit in love with you, despite what my brain had to say, my heart insisted. I knew it could not be this thing between you and I! And yet I was willing to try. I was willing to throw caution to the wi...

I lay there drunk and vulnerable, When you came in. The smell of booze and cigarettes  On your breathe As you press hard against me. Not letting me move. Each kiss causing that sick feeling, Deep in the pit of my stomach. I am dizzy and weak, As you fumble with my buttons. I squirm and pull away, But you don't let go. A lone tear escapes, And trickles down my cheek. I hate you. You disgust me. But that doesn't matter. Bec...

In nightly dreams,I find myself outside a house Made entirely of stained glass windows, a vision of such beauty, the play of light and colors that mesmerize Contrasting hues that fit together perfectly Every wall, each window, every door, covered in stunning glass, images that represent life, and mark memories made within My curiosity and imagination begin to work What happens in that house, behind the stained glass windo...