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A Past Forgotten

I was the delicate love. 
I was the one that fought to be here, 
To be held in your arms, longing to be held in your arms. 
I was the delicate love. 
That you protested for, protected, proclaimed you would never let go of. 
I was the one that fought to be here, not you. 
I have rightfully claimed my grace amongst healers, leaders, gliders. 
Your light is fading. Faded. Gone. You have left nothing for me. 
I was yours,
Your delicate love,
You have left nothing, nothing for yourself but a past forgotten.  

Copyright © Christina Clark


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Availing Number 21

Late at night and you don't care
You don't regret. Regret is not part of your shortcomings. 
Not yesterday not in this one moment alone.
A lifetime separated. Taken out of concept. 
I don't remember where and I don't remember when but you thought about me then. 
Not now, no longer now. 
You share no given principle, however you are attached to one forbidden rule. 
Steadily sinking into a constant state of vacuity. 
Thoughts buried deep down, kicking and screaming to be heard.
Desolated by you, I trusted you.
Impatiently growing blind to your charm. 
Self worth is somewhat lacking within your vulnerably shell
You disposed of me so frivolously. 
So free and willing. 

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On a Tuesday Afternoon

Let loose among the spirited youth and the impossible stranglers life forgot to involve. I walked a street I had walked too many times, aggressively alluding familiar yet all together new surroundings. As I rendered myself to a halt I joined the swarm of locals and tourists being told to stop and wait to regain control from the green man. It was then I saw you, being as disobedient and inpatient as I had remembered. I caught full sight of you. A vacant expression spread across your face, paltry in movement. Your eye's, I could tell, told a story of heartache that you beg another to conceal. 

2nd September 2014


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Crave

picking apart what was left 
to be divine is another story 
to err you may. some say  it's human domain 
cutting in to the face of the controlled many 
timeless effort may go unnoticed at will.
rendering them powerless, fearless.
no matter what a duty must take place, to render, to cut, to cut out, to crave. 
to pick apart what was left.


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Caught Out

I'm sorry for not feeling lonely enough, I'm sorry for not loving you 
enough, for not caring about you. I'm sorry for hurting you, that was my 
last wish I wanted for you. 
I'm sorry for shamelessly leading you to misfortune and a lustful tale of 
yesteryear. 





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Looking

Wrapped in only my skin
I can not see sight of you and I 
I am buried deep beneath that first touch.
Dragged underground, I lay doormat. 
I do not want for the light of day.
Here I am sheltered, warm. 
But without Connection...
I need to see again


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Shadows

casting shadows on grounds buried 
invalid memories that no longer count 
surface but they do
no choice but to linger unwillingly 
sinking your teeth into my every movement, thought. 
as days continue without break, fear begins to show
fear I can not digest easily, to consume it any longer would lead to insanity.
a reality. 
clawing at my vulnerability, I am witness to a false awaking, false judgement
stripped back I discover the crux of your false reality.


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