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My BelovedWhen the sun
hits your eyes in that way
The deep chocolate shines
A brilliant gold
And when you smile
With all your heart
They squint into little half-moons
And sparkle like a fox
Your lips are delicate
so soft against mine
The only tie I have
to express all these unspoken things
They whisper "I love you"
But it is so much more
So many things I never said
Best not to say now
Thank you for those times
Where you were everything to me
My morning, my sunshine, my heart
The thing that made living worth it
And reminding me
How good love really feels
You were the only one
Who really made me feel whole
Why did it have to be this way?
And Fate play this wicked joke
If you or I were born a little different
Then we wouldn't have been so alone
Confused and scared
Why was it you were my perfect one
That love that I believed was but a dream
You were wonderful and frustrating
An open book of an enigma
Everything I said never existed
All that I refused to believe
But there you were, that perfect match
Insane NormalityDon't fit me in your form
For i'm far from the norm
Don't try to contain
All that's in my brain
makes us insane
"In a mad world,
only the mad are sane"
Oh sacred one,
Blood of my blood,
She is my heart...
It takes one from none,
That which you said to me;
What I had
It breaks apart,
Pouring into itself
Like bittersmooth glass...
A painful thing,
Dagger through my heart;
Right down to
My bloodstained soul...
A thousand curses
And they tear right through,
But it still won't bring me back
RevolverLately I've done this thing...
It's called growing up,
But it's like part of me has died.
Not gone, but still alive somehow,
Clinging desperately to life.
Now you get to walk away
With a clear conscience,
While I must be forever reminded;
Little red trails across my skin...
And I can feel it falling,
Always escaping my grasp...
Raindrops all around me,
Dancing in the limelight
For one last time...
Long forgotten memories flare to life;
Revolving door becomes my tourniquet,
As all that I am
Is transferred into energy,
Joining with the great abyss...
Our spirits flicker and entwine,
Glowering with menacing ferocity,
Killing me over and over;
I shall die a thousand morbid deaths
And still your soul will haunt mine...
Why can't I just let go?
My hand's on the trigger
And suddenly I'm squeezing...
Mirrored glass falls to floor
And now I'm screaming...
How did you become so numb?
Demons haunt my every waking hour,
Lost in a glossy haze...
Even dreams give no release
You Meant the World To MeWhen I was with you, the pain seemed to vanish,
You were my song of healing,
Your radiant smile shone through the darkest storm,
Your presence chased away the demons in me,
Your touch gave me wings to fly,
We were perfect, you and I,
Even though we never shared it in words, that deep yearning love was there,
To me you were more important than breathing air,
I was a shattered mess,
Broken and bleeding and in distress,
You made me whole,
You glued and stitched me together,
You breathed life into my soul,
Lessened the strain of each endeavor,
Each night was restless waiting to see you again,
I couldn't wait, but finally the time came and then?
We'd spend the day together once more.
With you I lived happier than ever before.
At least, while it lasted.
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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