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Are We Home Yet?
Read more: Are We Home Yet?You’re the gun and the bullets inches away delivering the deepest wounds. I am wounded, fallen, and hollowed out by you Lying with my insides shredded you believe it was all necessary to keep you sane I beg you to save me, if only you could see how deep these wounds run if only you…
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Take Two and Call Me In The Morning
Read more: Take Two and Call Me In The MorningI wake to the sound of him pinging my phone. It’s too early for bright-eyed longing stares to the love of my life as my eyes burn from the phone’s bright light. With eyes barely opened, I reach over to tell him “Good morning, my love.” He sends his love in return and I feel…
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Disconnected
Read more: DisconnectedParticles of despair spin midair. They soon become swallowed and part of me before there’s a chance of being wiped away. I try and I try and only return to asking: How is this pain necessary? Is not struggling even an option? Is my negative perspective the only guideline I carry? The nature of it…
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The Thorn in My Rose
Read more: The Thorn in My Roseher name, her existence- a thorn in my side; a sting, a puncture, knowing she captured the sought after prize. though a thorn is easily removed and leaves only a slight wound, i have become an empty vessel, void of a beating heart, bidding for its return soon. unrelenting, unforgiving, i want to bend back…
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Raining underneath
Read more: Raining underneathby Mark Ryan – Check out more of his work here: Havoc and Consequence Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my ever…