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With the bruises fading,and muscles no longer aching,I recall…How you loved me well.Oh how my heart remembers,the many nights of reaching out,b..
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I miss the sound of your voice
telling me "good morning dear"
as you lightly kiss my cheek
and whisper "go back to sleep"
leaving more warmth th..
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Do
not breathe lies
into my eyes
then expect me to believe
the words that come out
of your mangling mouthmeant only to deceive.
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I wonder
if you take for granted
my constant assurances
professions
declarations of love
always tumbling from my mouth.
Or if you are (care)fu..
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I am giving you up.Relinquishing the ties that bind,Cutting the string off the heart-shaped balloon,That never really was tethered to your tortured so..
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She shakes violently,Not sureTremors from the nausea?Or the realization.That she really is a collection of warm ghosts from the paststill very present..
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Beneath dirt filled lungswith parched lips,she pushed out this...whispered plea:"When you remember toplease remind meof all the reasons...because my h..
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Evenings of dinnersmade by handsthat in early morning lightbrush back my tangled hair,just to gently kiss my forehead and cheek.The same handswith the..
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When*insert the screaming, clawing, debilitating noise here*I finally DO jump out of my skin.....will you be there standing,amid the aftermath?
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Let me be comfortably numb,just above your skin.We'll keep this pretty.Pretty, pretty princess,that f***s it all up,while I'm letting you f**k me up.A..
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