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And I Brace Myself
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Only On a Sunday....
You want me to
write you a lighthearted love poem
I can't.
I am in blind torture
my veins are clumpy with
a certain type of sadness
Clots of
doubt and I am terrified they
will break away
reach home
Do you see what I did there?
I used medical analogy to try and metaphorically
explain how serious my condition is
(Read about strokes) You'll get it then for sure
Or you won't.
The point is:
I can't write crappy joyful love poems
It doesn't matter how much I love you
or how perfect your fingertips feel
or how our lips melt into one another like
ice and fire
Because love makes me happy baby
and we all know happiness can be a
fragile thing
it can be a dangling string
It can burn.
be cut.
chewed off
left out in the weather too long
frayed away
swallowed by a sweet talker
but I am too far down inside you to be
pulled out unharmed
and yes
sometimes I smile about that
other times I see the future and I brace myself
That string
of happiness
is going to wrap around me so tightly
that one day it will snap me in half
like a small branch
under an army of feet
while no one was looking
<3 I love the way you get the
<3 I love the way you get the complexity of emotions! also these lines
"I am too far down inside you to be
pulled out unharmed"
GAH those lines!
Much Love
Ashley
And I Was Hoping
for mushy sentiment. Okay reality is better. Glad you are posting ~(:D)- ~allets~
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Mushy sentiment never was my
Mushy sentiment never was my cup of tea Haha. I usually just try and "go for the throat" with my stuff. thanks for stopping by lady A :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.