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One, to bring you back to health,
to see you smile again,
to let you walk down the block
holding hands with me,
without writhing in pain.
Two, to mend that scar he left,
the jagged cut he put on your heart,
to stitch it up to "almost better",
and promise to make sure
it'll never again hurt.
Three, to keep all your sorrows in hiding,
to scatter them away with a great fright,
to ensure that they never lay a hand on you,
to make certain you stay always bright,
always carefree;
always you;
I'm running out of wishes, darling.
to see you smile again,
to let you walk down the block
holding hands with me,
without writhing in pain.
Two, to mend that scar he left,
the jagged cut he put on your heart,
to stitch it up to "almost better",
and promise to make sure
it'll never again hurt.
Three, to keep all your sorrows in hiding,
to scatter them away with a great fright,
to ensure that they never lay a hand on you,
to make certain you stay always bright,
always carefree;
always you;
I'm running out of wishes, darling.
Literature
one night stand
Inspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
clothes-
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
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Dying to meet you
I courted Death
in a burnt out pub
with faulty lights and dirt-cheap drinks;
She had tarred fingers
which danced hypnotically
around her hazy smeared glass.
Word round town was that she had the
Kiss of death
and a tongue as sharp as a scythe,
it was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
I seduced Death
bought her a drink or two
and with rum burning my heart
I stroked her arm,
(coffin cold)
and licked my lips like a predator
(a lamb in wolf’s clothing)
and when she grinned back,
I realised which of us was really prey.
I danced with Death
in a dark alley,
in an abandoned warehouse,
a trashed motel room;
it was fast and heady and yet -
t
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butterflied
it is a snake
coiled in my stomach,
the urge to vomit
everything inside of me, to purge
all the toxic not-
good-enoughs. to retell
the same story and expect
a different ending is
the dysfunction that landed
us in here. I'm sorry
I don't follow you into
your dreams at night. I'm sorry
my smile is not the moon,
I'm sorry I did anything
to make you notice
me at all. no finger
down the throat could ever
take that
away.
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