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Ghost of YouYou wander the corridors of my mindGhost of You
Dragging your rattling chains of lies.
Rarely seen, always present you haunt
The back of my mind, till, one day,
Your chains catch a memory, snare a sense.
Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch.
One by one they tumble down
Revealing you just as clear as yesteryear.
The sight of a letter, the sound of a lighter,
The smell of soap, the taste of smoke,
The feel of love is all it takes to
Open this Pandora's box of hurt.
These demons, fears, memories, mal
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DaisyHe loves me, he loves me not The petals fall like broken dreams Landing softly on this cold, hard ground Memories drift away on butterfly wings Fragile and beautiful, they float, always Just out of reach, just beyond reality These petals fall, these tears alongside He loves me, he loves me not Words that echo through the decades Repeated over and over, pure lies Broken beauty blooms, they litter this heart Souvenirs of a shattered soul Cracked and splintered by your fiction Fate dangles, poised to fly yet sure to fall Your twisted lover's words haunt AsDaisy
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GentlemanI can't pretend to be a gentleman:Gentleman
"I want a gentleman to love me," you tell me carelessly. I just laugh. Gentlemen may open the door for you but I can open the world for you. Run through the parking lot with me and we'll play cops and robbers together. Climb to the top of the water tower with me and we'll watch the stars together. Drive past the turn that leads home and we'll speed towards nothing and everything together. Jump off this cliff with me and we'll fall into the water together. You say you want a gentleman but, darling, I'm in love with you.
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Don't hit a ladyHaven't you heard, "Don't hit a lady?":Don't hit a lady
Day has given way to heavy darkness. She has given way to weighty guilt. He is gone now but not before leaving his mark. Standing shirtless before her mirror she studies her abdomen, mottled with bruises, swollen and tender. Blue and purple, freshly given; yellow and green, fading with time. It's almost beautiful- his perverse masterpiece on her pale canvas. Colors were never so violent before him. Turning away, she delicately slips on a shirt, erasing his disappointment the only way she can. Turning off the light, she feels she can finally disappear. Maybe he won't come b
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"Litter this heart" very cool...
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P.S. Thanks about the name, by the way. It's from a poem I wrote. Maybe I should post those... lol.
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