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You have disappeared for a time,
making me see what life
is like with out you,
and I like it.

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I see what you did there.
Now, that I am in the clear,
But then, I couldn’t see past my tears.
The pain had created a wall,
In between my anxiety and reason,
Closing any backdoor to gain insight
To what you could clearly see,
But I trusted you blindly,
Even if that meant I was running into mirrors.

If I had still been there now,
It just seems implausible,
Like a chapter that doesn’t flow
With the rest of my story,
To be analyzed for eternity for its existence.
You saw where it would all go wrong,
So instead,
You decided to rip out my heart six chapters early.
No anesthesia or scalpel.

Small waves still wash over the scar
That was left by your hand,
As if you panicked mid scene,
Suddenly aware of the time line,
A car heading into oncoming traffic,
The only thought was to put it to a halt,
You reached into the spine,
Pulling at the true beat of the story,
The melody was fading.

It needed a refresher,
A course in Who Am I 101,
I was at a standstill,
I couldn’t move from A to B,
A malfunction in the wiring,
Looping back around to the starting point,
The part was good,
But it didn’t know how to be selfish,
It needed to learn to request new elements.

So I see what you did there,
You saved me.
I would have been too fargone,
Lost completely to a world,
Where I want to accompany the melody,
My story is flowing at full speed,
I know my purpose.
I forgive you for ripping me apart,
The pain now just a reminder.

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For Her

My lord,

I’m praying again.

You must be tired of my voice

But please,

I wouldn’t waste your time,

It is for her. 

These prayers are all I have,

I’m getting lost trying to help,


You could bring her so much comfort,

So strong and positive, 

She will use every last breath to fight,

But hasn’t she fought enough?

Trial after trial, 

She needs a vacation from trying to survive, 

So she can desperately live

On the other side of the glass window.

It’s a waste for people to not see her soul,

To keep something so beautiful locked up, 

I have witnesses who can attest to her character,

But you should know her well, 

She is filled with your light, 

aching so badly to shine.

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