Well Well Well Cool ...Kiss!

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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   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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   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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   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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   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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    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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