Bright white
Flashes of light
Gathered into
Cascading sparks
Flowing like heat
Over sharp edges
Where curves
Once guided
The life pumping
Through my veins
Worn crevices
Where anger
And pain
Corroded
And marked
Once smooth
Boundaries
With acid stain
Leaving me
Filled with lava
Unpredictable
Flashing embers
Instead of
The soft glow
Of morning light
HASTYWORDS 
So pour your acid
Into my undermined heart
Let it flow into the chambers
Where I keep my deepest self
And allow it to corrode
To create a channel out
Let it leach the love
I try (to no effect)
Not to mix with trust
Let me meet your eyes
See there your dismissal
And turn to dust
Pour your acid
All across my skin
Fie, fie on me
I loved too soon
Got burned
You win
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And this my dear Lizzi breaks my heart because I know where it comes from and you must know… Loving is never bad… it just hurts in ways that train you to love better and with more precise measurement.
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Thank you. I hope you’re right. I just wish I didn’t think the measures needed to be smaller.
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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you’re so cool.
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that almost hurt it was so good
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I’m not not always a poetry person, but damn–your words are the sparks that give life to the embers.
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Wow thank you. You just blew my creativity back to life 🙂
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We writers are bellows for one another.
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