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Stay Together

It’s all good,

you know,

because I have learned to live with a bed of knives,

that I fall onto,

every night,

when you conclude that my time in the clouds is done.

I’ve started to say,

every time you say nothing at all,

that I’m just going through phases,

and stages,

on the road to being okay,

with whatever happens.

Swinging in the park,

grass swaying in the distance,

as the sirens of my latest home ring out,

because I am not content,

until I am toiling and troubled,

so,

of course,

I return to the same places,

avoiding how my face glows,

when I think of you.


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The Early Christmas Present

December dawns,

I open up new doors every day,

brave enough to be unafraid,

learning to live again,

fairytales and fairy lights,

illustrious,

illuminated,

inside my own mind,

breaking out,

whenever you are close.

The sky is frosted,

sweet hope is in the air,

as choirs kill the silence of the evening,

on streets,

bathed in blue,

angelic light.

Stars send me signs,

illuminating a path to something true,

and maybe this Christmas,

I believe in magic again.


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Closer To Madness

I know I have to let go,

to be able to let you in.

I know I have to cast out my regrets,

so I have room to regress,

into a place where I had not been punished,

simply for hoping and dreaming.

I know you are not the echo,

that I sing to myself to avoid,

and,

yes,

I know,

I have to believe that things can be different,

opening up my arms,

mind,

heart and soul,

but they are all standing before me,

scrutinising my stupidity,

as I walk away from the safety of solitude.

Be careful with them.


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Mwah

Layering lip gloss,

daring him to do his worst,

playful,

I pretend that I am blind,

to the desires that bind him to me,

as if I cannot hear,

what his hands scream.

I ask him,

with one glance of my eyes,

to the lust in his lap,

what his plans are for tonight,

and then,

I am snatched into a sensual storm.

He rains.

He rages.


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Bad Love

Everyone says that I’ve got it bad,
but you’re the first time life has gotten good,
in what feels like a lifetime,
and I spend my time,
traipsing through this life,
smiling wide,
making playlists of all the sounds I hear,
when you text me,
which is totally teenage,
and like,
not to be that guy,
but I’m gonna be that guy,
I like being your girl.


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