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I lie upon a pillow of flesh.
You feel new and exciting.
It always ends,
        so lets just stay
                   here
                   in comfort.
I fit.
You touch
           my hair,
              my stomach.
                    My stomach
is pirouetting yet complete.
You are man with smell and touch.
I am with you, all else
is absent.
With the first light reality comes into view.
You fade.
       I yearn,
              for my pillow.

Someday

Pain,
physical pain.
You hurt me.
You took me.
You made me
feel.
You opened me.
You filled me.
You gave me
hope.
You crushed me.
You liked me.
You took away
what I had.
Now I'm here
without you and
it's over.
You and I
has ended.
You have you.
You have me.
I have time
to get me back
and I will
someday.

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You flipped my heart upside down.
It felt disoriented but soon
got it's footing and realized
finally,
it had encountered love.
You cracked my heart in two
it was lost and hurt.
You sent it streaming down my cheeks.
It fell, piece by piece, on my hands, on Julie's blanket, on my pillow, my car seat.
But if you stole my heart,
how can it still feel this pain?

Freckles

I miss being inches from your shoulder.
It's so round, so beautiful,
to touch, to kiss.
The spots adorn it.
Your skin's pigment is emblazoned on my brain.
My mind strokes your body,
my thoughts kiss your lips.
The phantom of your body weighs down on me,
I feel you present.
Your smile plays upon my lips,
your voice tingles in my ears.
I miss being inches from your shoulder.
It's so sad, so wrong,
to care, to lose.

Protect Me

Lock me up.
My prison is not strong enough.
Life's not safe.
I seek love and I'm getting lost.
Shut the door
and leave me to heal.
I make mistakes when I'm free and my heart can't take
Next year, when only scars are left, I can step out again.
I'm scared of myself, I am human and that can only be bad.

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