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Literature Text
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 magnets
We attract each other
Creating a gravity I can’t escape
And.I.am.broken.by.it.
You'd never hurt me
Without consent,
But when
Did I give you permission
To bruise my heart?
Still
It is nothing
nothing
nothing
Like the suffering I see around me so
I brush it off and make your excuses
Defend you from concerned acquaintances
"I’m fine" (deep breaths) and smile emojis
Are all it takes to cover the chasm
I am masquerading as an
Independent “Woman”
But I feel more like an
Insignificant/Other
Diminished by the fact
That I could easily be replaced
By a housemaid and internet porn
There is
Nothing
Special
About me
Other than perhaps
I have more loneliness to offset
Even than you
And I have never been able
To walk away from a lost cause
It is not
In my nature to
Give up on people
Except
Myself
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 magnets
We attract each other
Creating a gravity I can’t escape
And.I.am.broken.by.it.
You'd never hurt me
Without consent,
But when
Did I give you permission
To bruise my heart?
Still
It is nothing
nothing
nothing
Like the suffering I see around me so
I brush it off and make your excuses
Defend you from concerned acquaintances
"I’m fine" (deep breaths) and smile emojis
Are all it takes to cover the chasm
I am masquerading as an
Independent “Woman”
But I feel more like an
Insignificant/Other
Diminished by the fact
That I could easily be replaced
By a housemaid and internet porn
There is
Nothing
Special
About me
Other than perhaps
I have more loneliness to offset
Even than you
And I have never been able
To walk away from a lost cause
It is not
In my nature to
Give up on people
Except
Myself
Literature
Love Without -version 4-
I am not in love with anyone.
This has no one to do with love.
It is about the square tiles
An ugly cream with pepper speckles
The hideous graying grout.
Life is the way I stare
at the floor
Watching the cracks,
The world shaking with footsteps.
Love is olive green
and white triangular blankets
With matching pillows
Where I spend my days and nights.
I am not in love with you,
Nor with the wrinkled, chipping,
Once-white, swinging door
Not even if I stare. Rest assured
(I'm only in love without you.)
Literature
Drawdown
Hands along the railing,
I peer off the ship’s deck, glancing
silently into the quiet harbor.
I’ve thrown my possessions overboard
and willed everything to the sea.
Between my body and the icy water,
nothing but this bulkhead, holding,
caressing me tightly, second skin.
I don’t dare depart the deck -
the warmth from the lights pushes away
the salt, and the hard black eyes
of sea gods, dark with foaming mouths,
starving for companionship.
If I am to push off alone,
and well under-provisioned,
so be it. I take my chances.
There are more lands
than those I have chosen to land upon,
and even now, in these sullen landings -
I
Literature
What we used to have
Those eyes, those attractive features...for two years he had haunted me wherever I went, and now he was standing before me – alive and well. Five long years, and yet those five years had barely touched his outer appearance. He reminded me still of the youth I met back then, when we could have been something called friends, instead of strangers with some memories. While not scrutinising him, I did take my time taking in what I recognised and what five years had changed in the one who mustered me as well. He was still pale, under his eyes the signs of his insomnia could be seen even after all this time. The biggest change was his snakebite piercings. A wry smile, and I then wiped sudden tears aside, the moment I noticed the one feature that caught my eye five years prior. “Still liking the emo-style I see.” A pale smile, and he then shook his head – the fringe of his dark hair fell further into his eyes and his fingers then tugged at some of the strands, a bit self-conscious it
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I like it, makes me wonder who the person who lives continents away is, a person the main character is interested in, or just a friend. Seems like their would be interest if there wasn't distance. Also the giving up on self, i wonder if its is emotionally depressed, a kind of despair. Or is it more of a giving up on their ability to just once and for all dump the person who has a hold on them.