I am back in places I should not be, 

Within arms I once begged to release me. 

These are not memories I pride myself on.

I have ventured into this part many times before, 

Only to run as far as I could. 

There is only so much running that can be done, 

before I remember the world is round.

You have to breakdown to breakthrough is what I tell myself. 

But how many time...

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Our painted past was once a blissful memory 

Now red hot bamboo splinters are stuck under my nails 

The heat is enough to keep me warm in the winter 

with a dull ache

I have been burned by the ice between us 

separating what we once knew 

a childhood 

or at least the remnants of it 

I had thought these bodies were not meant for poison 

In a world so full of it ...

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I'm finding

(quite often nowadays) 

that I'm slowly running out of words to describe how you left me

like a blackhole, in both good ways and bad 

it sucks in all that was good and rips those memories from me 

but takes away all that I hated 

I have so much I want to say 

and so much I hold back on 

too stubborn 

to admit what I wish I could 

I wonder how you...

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It just wasn't love

Even though you'd whisper, "I love you" 

In between gasped breaths 

As if each movement was a reinstatement, a confirmation

But plasters and bandages would not remove and heal the scars of thoughts of you left imprinted on my skin

(regardless of however much I wished they would)

Love was weary then, held his head low and was nervous

Had rough hand...

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You told me I was worthy of more, but always convinced me to stay

But today

Today I leave our bedroom the way it was left this morning 

Cushions and pillows adorning the bed 

we chose for this life together 

A shared bathroom that won't be shared anymore 

Two shelves, one mostly empty 

A walk in wardrobe, filled once with fabric that clothed us

Only now it is bare with...

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You asked if this was okay

But I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth

didn't possess the words to say 

no

this is so much more 

It just didn't seem to roll off my tongue the way mine rolled over yours

There wasn't enough time to explain the feeling of innocent euphoria I experienced with you 

No way to begin to illustrate how you made me unravel at the seams like lillie...

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We enter this world on days when life is slightly kinder

Pushed by our family in our pushchair, 

we are content.

As we've grown, we are given happiness as a gift

but

also

We are given happiness with gifts, 

the sweetness of our mother's kiss, 

the softness of a kitten

We were unaware of the concept of age

We gave love willingly, 

our first kiss being messy and conf...

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We are not a metaphor. 

Although, we have met before

I was a shy girl with bright blue eyes and you were a brown haired boy who played guitar on the bus

We grew up and grew together, inseparable

Unaware of what to call what we were, what we had

This was back when childhood was innocent and we still weren't sure how to kiss

Lips, mouths, necks, hands

We figured t...

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the forgiving

are also, it seems, 

the confused

we can't quite figure out who to blame

we just know, it can't be ourselves

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When we were children, if things hurt us we would stop

Pricking fingers on roses, desperate to feel its softness, to smell it

We would be curious and we would get hurt and we would learn a lesson from that 

But as I've grown older

I've hurt myself further

I've clung to what we were as if I was gripping a rockface in a heavy storm

sometimes the storm wins

Everytime I ...

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You look at me and forget

I was strong before I was pretty 

You disregard my mind in hopes that my heart is a path leading you to my body and briefly

I regret to have met you, you see my eyes before you hear my voice

For you have already forgotten the first rule; I am strong 

So when I love, I love strongly

And when I hurt, I hurt badly 

But when I scream, ...

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