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Oh

Oh benevolent

beloved be as you are

and I’ll make love with you

sing praises between you

Hmmm the way that we blend

and a scent so sweet

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October 15, 2018

Golden red, oranges, and yellows. Pick me up and bring me home. Touch older hearts too sore to feel it. But will believe in, the time of seasons. I knew I’ll never see this self again. When they said that real love was yet to be felt. That upon touch, all else would melt to one. Nothing else should matter. Nothing else even matters.

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August 12, 2019

Today I decided to take time to myself; although I walked only down the street, it felt nice to leave X with X and I’m happy I toke this time.

I feel like X reflects my insecurities and he’s taking me outgrowing him personally. It seems his anger stems from who I was before the baby, who he wants me to be. I’m positive I’m just out growing him. We aren’t on the same frequency anymore. Pregnancy and birth has straightened me out. X’s birth gave me life. I am aware that I have an energy I give off but it’s because shit has changed. I’ve changed….

Regardless I know I judge him for not growing up, I just would really love for him to be walking our paths together. I told him that years ago when we were just friends. I told him I’d leave him behind if he refused to grow. He could’ve been….

I’ve decided to transmute the energy I’m trying to force between us; hurt energy as well, into something that’ll benefit me. I’ve decided I’m worth it. The life I crave to live I deserve it.

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August 12, 2015

I need a soul to look at. No stimulation stems from rocks. I enjoy my shadows. We dance together in dead streets. We like to hold hands and create tornadoes. In the hands of relation and this chaotic lifeless shapeless home.

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Iridescent flesh

Oh iridescent flesh

what reveal you of me

oh moon eyes you never cast a blink

so nodding

accepting

the picture so loving

the picture of bristle fingertips

how high will you go to count

those of others those of mother’s

Oh patches of wild

you may never be read but all passes

all too soon starts anew