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Shut Up

I thought of blue oceans and grey clouds as I passed the palace where I first kissed my latest unhappy ending.

We held hands outside of the hospital where I was born,

and he told me that the glow of my eyes made him feel frail and far too old,

so I took the ribbons from my hair and tied his mouth to mine,

an endless kiss that would silence his statements,

which may be correct,

but were inconvenient.

His voice is hauntingly familiar.

I’ve heard it before,

because he’s been mine before,

so now I’m getting familiar again with the ghost of heartbreaks past,

and her endless drone about how it could all be done any second.

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Mary’s Boy Came Home

You came home,

long hair billowing in the spring winds,

sunlight shining through the open door as the sea of your mother’s tears finally parted and peace returned to her pillow.

She lived another lifetime in the time you were gone,

her eyes were weary but her arms were welcoming,

and you fit so neatly inside her embrace,

because it was your home.

Your soul is scarred but you don’t let her see,

breaking bread while the sun sets,

and she stares with awe filled eyes,

because her heart was gone,

three days of hell,

endured by a pure woman,

who had felt more pain than she had ever caused,

but you came home,

and now her heart is where it belongs.

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His eyes remind me of my skin,

and when he looks at me,

it is like staring at a version of myself that I have yet to grow tired of.

When he is tired,

he speaks to me in his language,

as if I will automatically understand him,

correcting himself when my face contorts in confusion,

and then,

a gentle kiss,

where his lips linger,

as if he could fall asleep there and then,

inside my arms,

with his lips on mine.

When his lips are on mine,

I hear what he is saying,

clearly and without need for translation.

It thrills me,

it frightens me,

because if he means what he says,

maybe I will finally be home.