I traced the last vestiges of you
Across my skin, so silver and silken
Would like to say how much I miss you
Except I never really did
You break me even when I'm whole;
Even when I'm clothed
(And still, I am naked)
Stupid little toy with too many parts
Tinkering around my ring finger -
I want to break you, beautiful
Because you are more to me than
The somebody I never was
Did I tell you . . .
I licked my cuts clean
While I dreamed the creation of nothing
I long for the things I can not see
Author notes
No, I am not dead. Weird, huh? Yeah. Probably not. Anyway, ^^ there. I look forward to all of the comments I won't get. Weeeee.
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Wow...a breath-taking piece...like bringing one back to life...
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hey sweetheart, this is one of my faves of urs ever... am glad to have finally caught up with u again and ill b reading much more of ur stuff in future. remember our collaboration? i still love that one. we should get to it again one day... ive just started writing again so would b gr8 to get together fer another horror hehehe. love n leghumps, feral, xx
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*nuzzles you* i miss you like sunshine on rainy days.
second stanza...Even when i clothed...are ya missin a word in there lovely...
*lix you*
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Yeah, but I can't find the damned edit button on this new layout. *thumps it*
*LIX my pretty girl*
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I saw you appear online the other day, and I am delighted to discover it was to post. This is wonderfully raw. It is a tough thing to find your heart captured, when you are used to being independent. It is even worse to be so captured when it is not reciprocated, and you believe yourself not to be so vulnerable. I particularly like the expression "You break me even when I am whole", for it nicely summarizes the poet's self-recognition of continued submission against her better judgment (or at least against her stiving for self-reliance). An excellent piece, as yours always are. I hope it signals that others are in the works.
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all the comments you wont get huh.... yeah yeah ... bite me..
this vinyl dimp appreciates the things we cannot see, including you... make it a 24 pack of beers and a bottle of Jack and me, you and suzi can party
miss you too girl...
noone drooled about my food like you do/did
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I always like these poems. This is raw and less guarded than most that you share here. I imagine at some point it may disappear, but at least I got to see it first.
I still have similar obsessions. Don't remember if I read it or someone said it to me, but it goes like this:
Once you put your love out there you can't get it back, it will always be out there. I suppose that is why we have poetry like this and feelings like this...it's still out there.
Miss you, girl, would love to share a 12 pack of beer with you.
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i love the word usage. i'm going through a divorce and that just made a lot of sence for me. good job.
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well here's one, oh ghostly one, whose impenetrable poems are sorely missed, of which this one is nearly penetrable, which, assumes you have been remiss, and that there is a caution in the tremble of your skeletal hand. Not to worry, a few perusals of the usual *OMG* and oh I have lost my lover and he is very mean will bring the Mistress of the dark to the fore and we will have something that cuts the flesh away and leaves only the black blood dripping on the floor. That is of course if she stays, the words dripping from her fangs...
<----mushy Lute.
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