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I boxed up the remnants
That remain in my heart
And waited for you to commandeer them.
But six days you lingered instead,
A wind-whipped shadow
On the fringe of our burning garden;
Tiptoeing over fresh wet-stones
In hopes of breaking my hope-brittle spine.
Your Genesis of betrayal;
Adam’s obsessions filtered through
Cain’s heart,
And somehow I now bear the mark.
There, but for the amusement of God, go I;
Branded and baked, as I shovel soot.
"Keepsakes,"
I'll whisper to each flake
Fallen upon eyelashes.
Today, coupled with regret,
Weighs muddily grey on my eyes.
Anathema,
A wanderer,
I'll trudge forever through your vicious memory.
That remain in my heart
And waited for you to commandeer them.
But six days you lingered instead,
A wind-whipped shadow
On the fringe of our burning garden;
Tiptoeing over fresh wet-stones
In hopes of breaking my hope-brittle spine.
Your Genesis of betrayal;
Adam’s obsessions filtered through
Cain’s heart,
And somehow I now bear the mark.
There, but for the amusement of God, go I;
Branded and baked, as I shovel soot.
"Keepsakes,"
I'll whisper to each flake
Fallen upon eyelashes.
Today, coupled with regret,
Weighs muddily grey on my eyes.
Anathema,
A wanderer,
I'll trudge forever through your vicious memory.
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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My girlfriend weighs about 250 lbs, and her doctor told her that she could never have a real loving relationship because nobody loves fat people. So I told her how I feel:
I felt sad for your doctor who told you those things and I just looked at your picture on my phone. I don't understand how anyone who sees the green of your eyes does not see beauty worth more than green fields or oceans. Why do people think that love only chooses bodies that belong on a postcard? If I could tell them that when I kiss you I feel like I am stealing from time, and I know I can not stop time, but when I see you I have a few more seconds than the rest of t
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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Ack. Such brilliance from the beautiful minds of heather and nick! Absolutely fantastic!