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Then & Now


Then

He loves games

Playing hide and seek

Wherever I hide

He finds

Whenever I run

He chases

His caresses make me shudder

Moods like the changing weather

Pleasant skies then rolling storms 

Why should I be afraid of going home?

If I could, I'd tell him the story of how we met,

How I was dreaming of rope necklaces

When he came along

Of how I couldn't tell up from down, left from right

his words from lies

When we met

Of how I would have killed to talk to anyone other than myself

When he came

and set his attention as the irresistible bait

Of how he caught me and trapped me and ra-

And there he comes through the door

And now I'm wishing for stray bullets

And praying for car crashes

I'd tell him how his stare makes my heart race

But fear stole the words right out of my mouth

So you've got me hiding these words 

and these tears and these thoughts

I'm Falling asleep, lullabied by hopes of never waking up

His kisses gave me anxiety attacks

The marks of his feelings lie strategically placed on my body

He holds the key to my release

He knows just where to get me

 

Now

Old pains are collecting dust

Tears are bottled and put away

the dark races to catch up but I'm sleeping the night away

Love is knitting it's cozy warm sweater around me

Everything before now is just a story

that I folded up and put away

 

Love is sealing up my mouth, eyes, ears and nose

overflowing

I'm blind, deaf and speechless but I don't care

As long as I have you,

the ink that flows through my pen will never run dry

I'm simply falling apart and growing anew

you're writing my story into a fairy tale

now rain doesn't know where to have me

You're the blue gleam reflecting the city on the windowsill

I'm giving everything, race you for that ring

kisses healing stitches fading scars

touches bringing darkened eyelids closed

 

Holding Hands under Street Lamps

Full Blue Moonlight

Fills my bedroom floor

Side by Side bathed in the Moonlight

Breathing, Wanting more...

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