Your goodbye kiss was...
overwhelming just as the first;
feeling it throughout my whole body
the last kiss of love, passion, desire, and care.
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never happened before! Now I see, blindly
wish we never met, so glad to really know; love.
Thankful, for your short lived love and generosity.
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shall it ever happen again... no
I know I had a few boyfriends and
married several, I did not know... real love.
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now I do, and love is, overwhelming,
painful as making you aware of a time wasted;
the coldness, withdrawal of love and
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understanding me, seeing I embarrass you.
letting you be you, changing me into another
empty superficial shell, what was I thinking
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f love,
just like God's kiss hello, overwhelming my
entire being, to where I could no longer stand,
down to the floor, just as I am, even now He
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all the way to the floor; symbolically fetal again.
Loving you as I love Him since we met so many years
ago. How can I possibly rise again, now that I have known you
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o so;
intimately, as He let me experience you fully.
Spiritually good, caring, loving, generous, laughing,
bright eyes, vibrant, adventurous, the side in the light.
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superficial you, dark, deliberately uncaring, drowning your pain.
Slovenly, frightened, injured, judge my mental, fearful of what some
might say if they knew her condition, the stigma, embarrassment.
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may as well be the plague. Emotionally you left me. To prove
to others how normal she can be. Too embarrassed; to let me be me.
That broke me, you should have to fix me. Broken, living alone. A-
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where no one can come. Only Him, see how sick she is, poor thing.
I did not know. Of course not, you know not love. How sad for me,
pathetic, down, hear undesirable, you have gained weight, even more
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u
are unpublished, not real artist, not in a gallery, not normal, dysfunctional kids
family is a mess. At least, you now call yours, more. Glad you are moving on...
you will settle for some semblance of normal, I still thank God everyday for I
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t y o u,
just knowing the side of you who lives in the light was worth the pain.
at least I know, how men really are. Love is, not really in them beyond God
pets things reputations and the need for status in a superficial society. Since
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can not be uS. Seeing your lack of understanding, knowing your unknowing
need for entertainment is sad. Losing moments of real love. Sad for me, you do
not know a stunning poet you murder. You never read somehow; never
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you never got it. All the dualities and elegies, about you our love stirs. I am
thankful for all adventures, ungrateful for the break, this lost summer, trips I
planned for us to take. Wasted passport, paying money for rent. Wasted love
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your normal thinking. Normal to run, to decide not to love. Not to grow, love more
more travels, adventures. Just stop and find someone new. Overtly and covertly,
I knew, became allergic to you. Stop your worry, poor thing, will stop bothering you.
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you go mate, run, run, run. You know how to turn us on and off. The first and last kiss;
overwhelming just as the first, feeling it through my whole body the last kiss
of love, passion, desire, and care. Hurting to know, you turn it on and off. Go;
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n
purpose you love, hurt and run. I always knew, that real love would hurt.
stunning poet, still loves true, Dearheart and her dearheart. All your wives.
Same pain, forgiving like Him, apparently on break. Whatever that is?
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f you want to?
f you want to?
