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its that time again

where the dust settles

the missing reigns

and although you hugged me

it was a vacant expression

no more comforting the conflict holding me hostage

Yes baby, I can be cruel.

...

I keep tearing myself out of your loving and stitching up wwhat's left hoping it will fit better.

Everyone has flaws and some form of addiction

Am I justified? well, anger loves to make a fool out of any hapless victim. 

But im not a hapless victim 

I am a negotiator of truths.

Your vacancy kills me by my own hand. 

I miss you. 

I need you.

Truth is irrelevant. 

Pain is necessary. 

Thats how I know I love you

Thats how I know you love me. 

You cant unwrite whats written 

You cant unread whats read. 

But I can let you see why it was said

Its scarey. But im bold. 

Come home love open your heart and let me crawl back inside. 

Brighten those eyes I need to bask in their warm.  

Let me write my self back into the heart

I wrote myself out of.

Let me warm your embace and coax your soul back to meld with mine 

we are lovers till the end of time 

all that I have endured let it speak of the pain I am proud to bare in the hopes of your being present. 

Feel the warmth in my need, feel the heat of my passion 

let me warm you back to love 

Not a thousand of my best verses could tell of 

a love, far greater and faulted yet so perfectly tensioned.

Suspended in time and space as constant as it is changable.

My Agapi,

let me come home.

no promises,

I just dont want to find another way to make it through the day without you.