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Drowning

06 Saturday Dec 2014

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You saw me drowning
And rather than
Extend a hand
You turned your back
And let me sink

I don’t know
If it was because
You were confident
I would survive
Or if it was because
You didn’t care
If I survived or not

But I did
And I’ll never forget
The image of your back
When what I needed most
Was your hand

We Never Met In The Middle

06 Saturday Dec 2014

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She was only in love
With falling in love
And fell out
As quickly
As she fell in

I never wanted
To fall in love
Until somehow
Love fell into me
And I wanted nothing else

We never did meet
At that perfect point
In the middle
Where we were both
Falling together

I fell further in
And she fell further out

Putting Down the Pen

07 Friday Nov 2014

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I picked up this pen
Hoping to get out
These demons inside
using my blood
A some sort of ink
But no matter
How much I write
How much blood
I seem to spill
The demons never
Run out of ink
Maybe I just need
To put down the pen
And let the demons
Have their way

Of course that’s assuming
That the demons will let me

The Door That Will Never Open

31 Friday Oct 2014

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I have this thing inside
And I don’t know
What to do with it
It screams your name
Each day
    louder than the last

It won’t be tamed
Until it knows your flesh
Outside and in
It wants to explore you
Leaving it’s mark
All across your skin

It wants to stare
Deeply in your eyes
As it rips from you
Soft moans and sighs

But it can’t touch you
Not now
Probably not ever
So it screams inside
Pounding it’s fists
At a door
It knows will never open

Every Breath A Little Closer To The Last

16 Thursday Oct 2014

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We all have a finite number of breaths we will take in our lifetime. Each breath is one closer to the last.

I can’t decide if I should breathe slower, cherishing each one and take my time, or breathe faster, speeding up to the last page of this story.

I suspect I’ll know which breath will be my last when it comes, but will I know the second to last? Will that be the one that matters most?

Slower or faster… I’ll make sure to inhale a little deeper each time, if for no other reason than to make sure I get my fill.

I Can See It In Your Eyes

16 Thursday Oct 2014

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I can see in your eyes
How much you want
To love me
(like you used to)
But you saw too deep
The darkness in me
And the love
In your eyes
Was replaced by fear

I can feel in your touch
The tremble
That used to be love
But you saw too deep
The darkness in me
And the tremble
That was once love
Now is from uncertainty

I warned you that
There were parts of me
That could not be loved
Those demons in me
They may be old
But they’re still there
With shadows too deep
And blood stained hands

I can hear it in your voice
The guilt when you realized
You lied when you said
Your love would be forever
But don’t…
You loved me once
And that’s more
Than I deserved
And for that
I’ll love you evermore