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A Love Poem to Inspiration


She slips past my fingertips like a ghost Swims through the riverbeds of my bloodstreams And rests at the shores of my ribcage We meet at the intersection between life and death Her tides push And pull me Between the two extremities Her claws dig deep beneath my skin Only uncovering the things I spent lifetimes hiding within Transforming them into lifelines And sending them out She is the reason I can stand here before you now She is the intangible anchor that holds my feet Steady to the path on enlightenment She binds my fears to my bones Reminding me that the line between Perfection and beauty is not as fine as I was brought up to believe Her firey nature a direct reflection of my more... Passive agressive tendencies But as her hurricane slips through my teeth The whisper of her after shock serves as a reminder That my flaws are what created me She is smoke rings gliding through my ex lovers lips As he sips on cheap wine She finds refuge in my chest Resting beneath my breasts And as I stop to catch my breath She begins to burn me from the inside out like cancer She makes me sick But I can't live without her And they say knowledge is power So I must be weak Because I know nothing about her Except her name So I continue chasing her But the moment I grasp her fleeting hand She disintegrates Leaving a bitter taste on my young lips Reminding me of when I was not yet brave enough to taste what she had to offer She comes to me at four in the morning Pulls me out of bed Disrupting my rest Her very existence serves only to test my strength And upon waking she is gone It's as if she was never there Leaving only traces of her presence Her finals words just On the t-t-t-tip of my tongue What was it she said again? She's gone as quickly as she came on And throughout this constant game of cat and mouse I found myself falling in love Not with a girl But with inspiration
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