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My solitary justification for loving you was convincing myself I could actually survive in the secret fantasy world we had invented,

whispering dreams of grand escapes between sips of sweet wine and committing to memory the soft outline of your smile as we kissed,

Melting anxieties of the harsh world outside (that very same one waiting patiently on our doorstep) 

Naively ignoring that I was clutching to you with white knuckles and my grip was ever slipping,

Trying desperately to hold tightly to someone I knew I could never fully have; forever swinging perilously over a frothy, churning sea of jealousy

Yet when you held me, the raging storm fell mute; a faulty sense of clarity befell star crossed eyes bearing rose flushed glasses,

and in that frozen frame of time, I truly believed you were the only salve to mend open wounds and repair the damage inflicted by those before you,

No lofty commitments to doubt,
no heavy promises to halt this deadly dance we gladly swayed in time to,

just a pair of damaged humans with deep tears in their stuffing;
pasting patches forged from a strangers comfort over fractured souls in hope of healing,

Trembling fingers weaving taut stitching of raw, pink scars,

pulling together two broken lives and blindly believing it would hold.
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G. Bosquez
3/20/2015