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I said things, sweet and untrue,
To win your heart, to have you.
Promises whispered, soft and low,
Seeds of falsehood, I did sow.

Now you're here, beside me near,
And my own words, I now fear.
For the love I sought with that disguise,
Is built on shadows, and on lies.

I held you fast with fragments, rusted, worn,
The links I shattered when I set you free.
Each broken piece, a promise I had sworn,
Now binds you close, where once you used to be.

You looked at me, a question in your eye,
As if to ask, "Why is this chain so strong?"
And I, with silence, could only reply,
"This love, though fractured, will not do you wrong."

I meant to give you wings, a sky so wide,
But built a cage with what I broke apart.
Now you are captive, standing by my side,
A prisoner of my misguided heart.
I freed you once, then caught you in the fall,
And bound you with the chains that broke for all.

When you love someone you want whatever that takes place for the two of you to be together

You want to experience it together. You want to laugh, cry, sing, read, mourn together

You can’t stand the idea that he would never experience something with you. If his good morning greeting was no longer there it would hurt. Thus, it doesn’t matter if it is eating breakfast- walking the dog just as long as you are with each other it is all good.

Every experience- even ordinary or extraordinary - matters. There is something he emits in you that can’t be touched. He is a part of who you are and you will go to the ends of the earth to keep that extrinsic him beside you. It is not something you can explain - it is something that just is. Without him you would not be the same. If you wake up in the middle of the night you - You would want to just gently touch him. It is not a love affair - if you had one of those - you would feel okay for awhile but then he can leave until the next time and in between you will not give him another thought.

But the man you love - he never goes away- he stays in your heart where you only breathe until he comes back to you where you inhale all that is him and your exhales are music to your ears. Everything ordinary is not ordinary. Breathing is joy. Life is joy. Singing is breathing and breathtaking. When you first realize you love him there is no going back. You are hooked for you remember every time you were with him. You remember the moments as if they were yesterday. Every Good morning and Goodnight becomes essential to your existence for that day ahead. You can’t breathe unless there are thoughts of him. There is no other - you want to be with - just him. The thought of him being gone is paralyzing. But the thought of having him there is like listening to the hallelujah chorus.

Once you know that you love him there is no going back to the way you were before. You have forever changed. Somehow all the rationale for why you should not see him again doesn’t matter. You have already been there done that and never found a reason to leave. You were lucky you already knew him for a long time. You already had your battles- your tiffs - your disagreements. You also had the good conversations the ones where you knew but didn’t want to know. But now you do.

You have been down the road with all the arguments as to why you shouldn’t be with him and you lost every battle. You have been down the road getting irritated with his idiosyncrasies and now you like every one and yet still wonder why.

It is now a forgone conclusion that you will love him no matter what for you are his - hook - line - and sinker. Go ahead girl look towards some one else as a potential but it will do you no good - because he is already in your life and nothing but him could kick him out of it and you would be devastated if he did!

©️LGE 01/20/2023

TW: SH

There's a tattoo, mirroring yours,

Etched in black on my arm,

Elevated to the touch from a heavy hand,

Fitting to mirror the represented union,

A brand, not by fire or ice, filled with ink,

Chiseled by hand with needle into skin,

A brand, how slaves and cattle are marked,

Too dark to cover up, too nauseating to forget,

Peace of mind requires compromise,

Visually the line is linked in ink,

Convert a scar with scars and render it incomplete,

Looks are deceiving and it cures the feeling,

Each line drawn with precision,

An exhale into the urge,

the bend avoiding a break,

Pale trenches quietly flush red,

The inhale is refreshing,

There's more space to breathe,

Every line an amendment,

They'll never match again.

I tried to bury it deep in the past,
lock it away where no light could pass,
thinking if I ignored the ache long enough
it would finally loosen its grasp.

But pain is a patient thing.
It waits in silence,
sharpens its teeth in the dark,
then returns with more fury than before.

And every time it came back,
it clawed harder at my ribs,
until I swore there was a demon living inside me,
begging to be seen,
begging to breathe.

Holding him in was killing me slowly,
but letting him out felt dangerous too.
So I stayed trapped between destruction and survival,
between screaming and silence,
between who I was
and what the world turned me into.

I don’t remember what comfort feels like anymore.
I don’t remember peace
without waiting for it to disappear.
Even happiness feels unfamiliar now,
like something my hands were never meant to hold.

Because what if I let myself heal
just to watch it all collapse again?
What if peace is only temporary,
another fragile thing destined to leave me?

So I stand at the edge of something gentle,
terrified to step forward,
terrified to believe
that maybe I deserve calm after all this chaos.

And still, somewhere beneath the fear,
a quiet voice asks me—

Can I chance it?
Can I risk my broken heart
for the possibility
of finally feeling alive again?

Go to the toilet, babes no panic you will see your baby

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Rule breakerz cuz of me ? Or cuz I am so fine ?

Rule surfer cuz I got it X , I ain’t going loco GP, Keys

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Can We? Con Oui.
Wishing for time split in two;
one for me, One for you.
Unshackled, unchained.
Unchanged—am I?

Then storm will bring:
Head like a hurricane,
Heartbeat drumming,
Holding hands
Our fingers dance.

Guitar string thrumming,
Piano-man, Poe-try;
Je fais taire l’oiseau.
I’d silence The Raven,
Quoth he: “Nevermore.”

My Heart is knotted,
Filled with butterflies;
Mon cœur bat vite.
Rain cannot wash
These bees away.

Une fois de plus;
Call me unto you
Once more, encore.
For I would be sullied,
If we stopped at friends.

i feel so selfish but all i want is you

what do i do?

i think of you when it rains

i think of you when it pours

i think of you when the sun shines through my doors