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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He believed in inconsistency, with the claim that he believed in me... I held onto every word as I watched the the ashes of my heart scatter into rain and I stopped, stuttered and shut.down., the key to everywhere ripping through my palms as I realized everywhere bit. Hope lay immortal inside my smile, the rainbow of dreams slipped through my teeth, he slid down my colors with arms that entwined around my calves, I screamed his name with the earthquake of secrets and he bruised possession into my skin, but I knew he was already inside, I knew he had planted years of unreason into the separation of my soul, I knew he stood right in between me. Too many narcissistic dreams, mirrors grinned at us from every angle, I shut doors in the faces that frowned, I felt I must be dreaming but the kicks inside my stomach woke me up and, here, I knew the hold of sanity existed throughout the idea of being needed as the edge of tears fell down with the thought that maybe I wouldn't be wanted as time... destructed herself. I allowed him to choke me, I fell apart in the intimidation of strength, but I knew we'd be beautiful as our smiles stared life from the pages of picture books, I knew the corners would turn up from eager fingerprints that would shame our past, and seasons change~ don't they?~ so why shouldn't we? Two hours too soon and I had to admit through painted eyes that once I was wrong, twice I'd been a fool, three times I swore I'd leave... but promises broke and fell into ashes as hope arrested me into believing we could inconsistently shock the world if the world took the time to cry for us... if children held onto the dishonesty of fairy tales... and I forgot to lift my feet... when my secrets gathered themselves into a kiss that colored his shoulders and left us bare on Thursday.
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