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Should You Leave Me
You are the curve starting my smile, the infectiousness in my laughter, the glint in my fulfilled eyes and the wonder that turns me little girl-shy. You gather my womanly answer prior to mastering its exquisite shatter. Your voice is my ears favorite gift, able to lift my steps to walk full depth. Just as I crave cuddling your insight, I love to linger in all that you perplex. You are my match, my complete, my excitement and my wonderful ease. All of my days and each of my nights feel the assist of both sun and moon, but they underwhelm compared to you who kiss them just as I wish them. Now there are words in your blue eyes that I cannot read or describe. I am desperate to be freed; guaranteed that I am still your need. Should you take your love from me, you would leave behind a dark empty, nothing in the world would make sense – all would lose context and content. I would be an empty shell lost in bogs of hell with no relief to press against. I would not emerge with a defense or disperse a functioning pretense. My heart would naught but beat hurting blood where ache is caught and fear pumps greed for relief that my heart’s death be complete. April 26, 2018
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