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Tempus Fugit

A year. A day. A decade. It matters not, the slow inexorable process of improving, of healing, of growing. Time is required to get better, and I would give you all of mine.

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Pieces

God made us all broken so we could fit together and fill each others voids.

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The Dance

We dance our dance back and forth, ebbing and flowing in a rhythm as ancient as desire. Wanting and fearing, pushing and pulling as we maneuver and test each other, over and over and over probing for weakness searching for flaws slight or huge so we can run, run away permanently. But we always cycle […]

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Avec Toi, Mon Amie

I want to share my excitement with you; the pounding pulse and quickened breath as my skin flushes. I want to share my elation with you; the childlike rapture and lightness as I trip through life. I want to share your depression with you; taking the darkness that surrounds and fighting it off. I want […]

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Weak

I failed. Because I was not strong enough To save you from The Dark.

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Healing

Muscles grow through being torn on the microscopic level and then healing. A broken bone knits itself back together, stronger. Let your heart heal. Fill the voids. Love. Me.

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Strike Me

Sometimes when you are hurting and lash out, attacking me I weep inside so much my tears drown out my words and I must remain silent.

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Would You?

Would you die for me? More importantly, would you live? Would you do the hard work to become the best you can be? Could you exert the effort and give yourself to fighting your dark; overcome your fear of being lonely and allow yourself to forgive? Can you set aside your snark and fight your […]

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The Two Wolves

He was the best of men. He was the worst of men. He carried Darkness in his soul, bore a checkered past and loved fiercely. A passion for life balanced by a gift for death. All that kept him from the Dark was Her.  

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Chose Your Pain

The pain of discipline will always be less than the pain of regret. The greatest joys you have not experienced yet.