Month: March 2017

I wrote this poem September 27, 2016

I had found a happiness  but  with the same breath of this poem, and the fear of losing the love, I eventually let my anxiety tear apart what had become amazing.

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Don’t you lift me up to drop me…

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Don’t you dare fill me to the brim just to knock me over

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The time it took to fill me

Drip by drip

Compliment after affection

Good deed after kisses on foreheads

Factor in the evaporation  equation

The occasional sip

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Don’t you dare resuscitate this dying heart of mine

Just to pull the plug as I dream

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As the pressure builds within my chest and the butterflies

Fling themselves against the walls of my thoracic cavity

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Please don’t  intubate me

When its apparent that I can’t catch my breath

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Don’t be afraid that I will detonate as the pressure becomes too strong for me to contain

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Don’t be fooled

As you auscultate erb’s point

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Pulse bounding

Palms sweaty

This sensation makes me fearful

But, fearful of amazing,

Is mountains above numb

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Please don’t feel the sensation of a saturated cloud

And pray for rain

Because I have thirsted for this since the day

I thought I knew love

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Only to realize that what I thought was love

Would be dim in comparison to yours

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So please don’t fill my cup just to tip it over

Runneth over the bedside table

Soak into the carpet

Stepped on

Dirtied

Dried

Until all that’s left is the spatter