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I would have
burst into flames
to keep you warm.
Bent myself backwards
twisting, contorting
to hold you up.
I would have
stopped the clocks
from ticking
to give you a moment.
Broke my back
and snapped my neck
to give you a break.
I would have
pulled the stars
from the sky
to brighten your day.
Ran into the rain
in front of cars
so you may pass.
I would have
followed you
to the ends
of the earth.
Ripped my heart
from my ribs
to give you a beat.
I would have
fallen a million times
to make you smile.
Walked all over
snow covered ground
to show you a path.
I would have
done anything
for you.
But I never knew you.
burst into flames
to keep you warm.
Bent myself backwards
twisting, contorting
to hold you up.
I would have
stopped the clocks
from ticking
to give you a moment.
Broke my back
and snapped my neck
to give you a break.
I would have
pulled the stars
from the sky
to brighten your day.
Ran into the rain
in front of cars
so you may pass.
I would have
followed you
to the ends
of the earth.
Ripped my heart
from my ribs
to give you a beat.
I would have
fallen a million times
to make you smile.
Walked all over
snow covered ground
to show you a path.
I would have
done anything
for you.
But I never knew you.
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Literature
Hands
your hands reach out to me,
soft, so warm and inviting
turning cold before my
fingers ever reach yours.
you hold my hand tightly
at first and then your grip
loosens and our palms
slide away from each other.
I am left with cold sweat
and unfinished plans in
place of where your fingers
interlocked with mine imperfectly.
Holding myself no longer
feels the same thanks to
you and your sweaty,
cold, lying hands.
Literature
Turning Point
Look for the dawn which is yet to come, which lays ready behind the rolling hills,
The dawn which enlightens and which brings joy,
Know that no matter how dark the day has become, how black the sky is,
That the hills come closer with each passing second,
Wander freely, before the time has come, because there is only one chance,
One chance to explore, to live without care, to decide for yourself,
And know that whatever you may choose, that support rides along with it,
Know that anything is fair game, and that there is no wrong choice,
Know that your choice should reflect your passions, not others,
The dawn creeps ever closer, do not let it tak
Literature
Informed Consent
A shoebox and a throttled scream.
There is no good grief. Not for me.
Red grey leaves can't bring me joy
They fall on my lap - my boy,
Girl, be still, didn't mean to,
Did not stop - knew what she'd do.
A shoebox and a throttled scream.
There is no good grief. Not for me.
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