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Everyone lost but the battle is won
Not everyone fought but everyone is scarred
This is love, this is hell.
when my body collapses in on itself
my chest stops rising
and my stomach eats itself as my brain bleeds
out of my nose, my heart winding down
into me. I feel a caressing against it,
nurturing the baby.
As I am so much more than this
shattering frame as this grenade grows inside me.
Let it sit too long and my ending explosion runs out
of energy as I implode. cracking and crumbling as an
old house giving way to the ivy, wind and sea.
my lungs flood with bile and my heart gives way to oxygen.
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Not everyone fought but everyone is scarred
This is love, this is hell.
when my body collapses in on itself
my chest stops rising
and my stomach eats itself as my brain bleeds
out of my nose, my heart winding down
into me. I feel a caressing against it,
nurturing the baby.
As I am so much more than this
shattering frame as this grenade grows inside me.
Let it sit too long and my ending explosion runs out
of energy as I implode. cracking and crumbling as an
old house giving way to the ivy, wind and sea.
my lungs flood with bile and my heart gives way to oxygen.
Reboot unsuccessful. input unrecognised. please reboot.
Literature
Looking
I'm looking for somebody
That I can call my other half
He doesn't need to have muscular calves,
Or a chiselled jawline with cheekbones so dreamy
As long as he is pleasant to my eyes
Looks good wearing glasses or without it
Has good manners, won't resort to telling me white lies
I will love him whole, from his hard edges to his cuddly bits.
I'm looking for someone, my bene elim
Who I can dedicate the song "Somebody" by Depeche Mode
Martin Gore had sung all that I want to say to him
But still I wrote this because I'm in love & am plain bored
He will be my rock and my pillow
And I will share to him what makes me mellow
I will tell him about my
Literature
Version 2
And you
Reel me in again
With words designed
To induce pity and incite forgiveness
You use my affection
Against me
Heartsick
I succumb
To subtle seduction
Knowing I will leave feeling
Used; my self-respect degraded
In increments
The neglect begins
When you chose to forgo
The common courtesies
Like goodbye
And later
Hello
The last person to ask if
I was really doing ok
Lives continents
And time-zones
Out-of-sync
Yet
Attuned
But You
A mere mile away
Can’t read the resonance
You created with your [presence/absence]
You
Distort the field of energy
Feeding on negativity
Exacerbating
An already heavy burden
Like ma
Literature
Your Shirt
Your shirt hangs in my closet like an old skeleton,
dry and dispossessed.
It's been there so long it doesn't even
smell
like
you
anymore.
But that's the difference
between a skeleton
and a corpse—
one stinks to high heaven and
stinks to high hell
and makes vultures scream overhead.
The other lies
silent,
waiting for dogs
to gnaw
at the bones.
And
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The second line felt every awkward. Consider changing it around the lines of: "Some weren't fighting but everyone was scarred." The fourth line was my favorite. Very nice concept!