I make lists of things that I think will make me somehow better at life the things that I need the things that I like the ones that feel right and I find every first line holding your eyes your hands your face your name and my heart is afraid desperately trying to quickly erase to start over to replace the ache that I feel I avoid avert appeal to my lonely aching soul to let you to leave you to make you go a fresh page blank lines pen set and I drag it down then across and I know... I know I know... that this list is my truth and my heart has been lost
I write my life, Heart beats on my sleeve Leave Nothing to the imagination Just soothe the ache, And devastation Sees me laid bare And why not Why this I ain't shit I aim quick coarse words At the hurt that's built this He thinks he had it bad Bet that o n everything I have, I am at t he edge here, Heard him out Had it out, phone call word play No explanation for his ways Gave him a chance to say The truth To make amends And he takes this time To say that he Was left Abandoned I'm having fucking deja vu This one sounds just like you Acting like a victim, quick come Catch crocodile tears, years Have come and gone for days I can't remember your face Cause you and him and this Was never real How am I Finding my worth We were separated at birth Worst and best thing You ever did Forgetting your kid Me, I got use to Birthdays where moms Never called I wonder if you remember at all September All those years ago And now he's acting Miserable I don't call him Or ca...
I am looking for a little bit of romance I am weak for it in need of it the sweet of it a confection of care and feelings with delicate textures buttery vestures heartfelt melt in my mouth gestures I want kindness wrapped like ribbons in my hair lace edged everything warm low lights soft heat gentle pressure urging pleas of please lavender and velvet soft at the back of knees plush lush rugs to caress my spine to beg me to recline strawberry jam on golden spoons under a golden moon hung low in the sky stars glowing the indigo blanket of night the soft pastels of dawn sun casting gentle shadows on a verdant lawn checkered blankets wicker hampers a day blue and bright hands in hands soft smiles bubblegum blushed cheeks subtle glances asking all the things I need flowers flirting ...
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