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Of course I'll still want you...

I'll want you because of the way you see and love the world

Because of how just looking at you resounds song and love in my heart.

Because of the way your smile is brighter to me than the sun's love itself.

Because of the way Jesus has my heart, and yet gave it to you for safekeeping.

Because of the way you've made such an impression on me since I was a Young Man.

Because of the way you encourage and support my continuing growth into being a grown One.

Because of the spotless and godly mind you inspire me to keep about me daily.

Because even if I had nothing else, I still could rely on our love to guide and protect us both.

Because I've always wanted you since I first dreamt of spending a life with you.

Because I always want you even when I'm having a bad day and retreat into myself clinging for memories and the lingering magics of you.

Because even at my worst, you accept me and strengthen me to be my best.

Because our soul connection is so attuned that even now we carry on whole conversaes...

Yet we've still never physically met.

Because I believe in us enough to know that I will always want you.

Because I already do...

Because I already always have.........

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one of the things i hate about trauma is the flashbacks when you’re finally feeling like you’re healing. then the dreams start up all over again. then you’re left wanting to tear the skin off your body so they would have never touched you at all.

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Tell them I was the warmest place you knew and you turned me cold.

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Until she began taking them like a master jewel thief, and her prized collection and mountains of gold meant nothing except sheer background for her greater formes and lifelong art. . .

Sorry

She said sorry too often.

She apologized for apologizing too much.

She said sorry like it was a greeting.

She apologized for everything goes that wrong.

Because, she labelled herself as a disaster.

She was sorry for not being good enough because no one ever told her she was good enough.

No one ever told her that she was Something more than a mess inside her head and the tsunami inside her heart.

So all she learned was to apologize for every single breath

She took.

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You stabbed me a thousand times and acted like you're the one who's bleeding.

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Carol Ann Duffy, from The World’s Wife; “Medusa”

[Text ID: “I’m foul mouthed now, foul / tongued, / yellow fanged. / There are bullet tears in my / eyes. / Are you terrified? / Be terrified. / It’s you I love,”]

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I'm so in love it's made me retarded.

I've peeled away what was left of my old skins.

Inside and underneath is nothing but an idiot.

Stubborn and proud. Ambitious and lonely.

Outcast and exiled from my own heart.

Head detached, and getting away.

Tail flailing, thrashing & trashing yesterday.

'Tozoa and 'uman divorced yet cohabitating.

Ten years married just around the block.

Six years divorced sneaking up the clock.

Three annuals since revelations began.

And one last life to do my best is the plan.

The deck is stacked against me regardless.

& I won't make it out alive, but then who does?

(-texted from the floor of my shower room)

*Corpse decays* -while the water runs.

I have no motive or purpose anymore.

You're not here rationing my reason to be.

So I have no energy left in me not to be.

Melting away now into a rancid pool of fool.

Narrating my own deathspirial in real time.

Yet hardly doing a dogfart's breath to stop it.

And now I see how you're my polar opposite.

While you chase the meaning of making love.

I livestream my decent into hell by dying fall.

Death rattles. Baby shakers. Noisemakers: All.

"Please, papers?" growing dick-taters.

Breadline dinner bells to the hungry call.

Vampirism & every drop of blood in the womb.

Superstitious superpositional sects at sea.

Pirates never died so much as hid underground.

& the irony of all this is not lost on you and me.

So we'll sail right through the neap currents.

Extreme ends of the only spectrum that matters.

Death and Taxes spanning Sex and Love.

Brain switched off so a soul speaks.

Volumes cranked up to Eleven.

Wisdom beyond words.

While wizards wield the Lexicon as a weapon.

We are at war, Mrs. Robinson?

So here's to you.

(~the Swiss Family of the future)

Dear mind, I'm sorry I made mush of you.

But what else can I say with so much on mine?

At the tone- the time will be *

I know nothing anymore;

I'm retarded in love.

But I at least know this:

"I love you."

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Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Haitham”

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i was sixteen for twenty years

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I'm so all urs it's stupid, but also I'm the messiness, smelliest, most unkempt I have ever been with each newly passing day of my life because I am a perfect half of a being sans all the space I hold for my true, and my organs spill out without my wanting to be so opened up to the world,

& so I rot away in my waiting...

#DECAY #IONIZING #TOXICALLY

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Then whyever did you begin to speak of me in the past tense?

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I only wish we could do it in real time, and face to face, so that when I am inspired with the urge to reach out and kiss you,

. . . I actually can.

😔😑😌

I get so happy when you talk to me.

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I don't want to kill you..

I never wanted for you to die..

I wanted only to kill our common pain..

I desired the purest harmony between you and I.

~

You think our love must be 'till death do us part..

You feel an eternal romance cannot last..

You see my unconditional intimacy..

You know- the hard parts passed.

..

Still I would hold it all sacred.

Still I would drive that bus.

Still I would die for you.

Still I would kill for us.

~

But why is the call coming from in the house?

But why does my spine tingle and eye twitch?

But why am I the only one in your cross hairs?

-& why must we shed mortal coils just to kiss?

..

It's just a question, indeed.

It's just my migrant curiosity.

It's just this existential thought.

It's just a warm-up writing eccentricity....

~

It's just twenty minutes scribing. . .

-with all kinds of You on my mind. .

All the 'who am I' drivel and dross .

-jetsam & flots on a becalm'ed tide

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Thinking of You~