Lovely Thing.

Who holds me now? Now that I have grown No more wombs for comfort No more milk to strengthen me   To age is a lovely, lovely thing.   But to age can be a tragic.. Where time ticks, uncontrollably As  one  tries  to  balance  with  time They  often  loose  sight  of  themselves.   Anxiety.…

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Repetition.

“I’m sorry” “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry”   The more you repeat words the less meaning they hold. We’ve been here before, this exact situation.   “I love you” “I love you” “I love you”   Is “love” really “love”, if actions don’t accompany it? Some words can be abused, even those as sacred   as…

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Who Knew?

I planted a seed, something decayed grew. Amidst moss and fungi I thought of you.   Dead from the beginning  we always knew that the past followed us and split us in two.   Separate.   Yet, desperate- we made it work. Who knew something toxic could last that long?   Who knew our love,…

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Paranoia.

I know these words, I know these feelings, I know pain when I see it, I know what an end is.   Perceptions.   I fabricated ideas for myself. Illusions, that created nothing but confusion. Lost in the depths of my mind.   Insomnia.   My eyes sometimes forget the inside of my eyelids. Fearing,…

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Late Calls.

Do not call me,   when loneliness fills the empty void inside you.   Do not call me,   to ease frustration that burns between your thighs.   Do not call me,   at night, when you need me to create satisfaction.   Do not call me,   if love is not what your callings…

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