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Mindless Matters of Two Hearts

You. Is it true? I have known you. Years. As long as I can remember. Since time.
Loved you for so long. So. Long. Longed for you. It seems. Unreal. It is. Yet real. Can it be? It is. Real as real can be. Feels like years. Years that you have held me. Layed your head against mine. Mine. Normal. Normalcy. As if. As if you have always been. Been at my side. Well then 'course you were. Always there. Knowing me. Learning me. As close to me as my girls have grown. You. Me. Together. Happily. Ever. After. Can it be? Please don't let me be.

Wake up time for me. Us. Alarm sounding. Ring.Ring.Ring. Thank God because. Because. Your arms are still. Still around me. Forbidden. Secret love. Fruit that tastes the sweetest. August. December. January. June. My head high. Floating. With the moon.
Close your eyes. Close. Them. Tight. Brace yourself. Opposition creeping in.
Stand with me. Hold my hand. Hold. My. Hand. Now squeeze. Tight. Tighter. I am going to be sick.Stand behind me. Quick. Don't wake me from my sleep. But lay next to me.
Don't get up. Don't walk away. While fear rises within me. Rises. Up. Clogs my head.
Hold my hand. Kiss my forehead. Keep me grounded instead. Your kiss sweet. Time to wake up? No. I am certain you cannot agree. I sleep. You sleep. We dream. Which is the reality?

Addicted. To You. My. Love. My drug. Secret. Keep me secret. I will lie. Then hope to redeem myself in the eyes of my Lord. God. He understands this. Right? For I can. You can. Anyone. Following my heart. On this road. This road of my life. Regret nothing. Take nothing. Keep nothing. Keep memories. Smile at the memories in our heads. 13. 13 days. 14 years. Addicted. To you, my love, my drug. Secret. How long? How long till' we can shake the secrets off? Shake them off of me. But don't let me be. Instead. Instead just stay with me. Cast a line into the bay's water with me. Drink a beer with me. Do you think the world... Do you think the world will let us be 'we'? God willing, maybe we can be. August. December. Accepted Traditionally. Our love. Our whirlwind tornado romance. If the world can let us be the 'we' that we long to be.. then there will be. Peace. In my heart. In yours as well. Can the image in my mind find birth? You. Me. Beautiful home. On the water. Surrounded by young chldren. A future family. Can it work? I close my eyes to find the sound of our dogs barking in the background. Don't just let me be. Let me be me. Just don't let go of me. Talk with me for hours. Hours. Lose time in the whispers of mixed voices. Stare into my eyes. I stare back. August. December. Ageless. Timeless. Colorless. Follow our hearts in the path to whats right. But when what we think is right is wrong to every other eye, is it still right? Yes, I agree. Lets fight for love. Following my heart is all I have known. All of you have known. Right enough for me. Don't let go of me.

I wake up. Time to wake up. I'll wake up right now. This image? This story? This dribbling. This triffle. This meaningless babble... its nothing. No. Nothing. Nothing has happenned. Single. You. Single. Me. Lies on my lips injure me. Secrecy. Forbidden fruit. All of this a dream to me. Do you dream in the same colors as me? Don't let go of my hand. Hold me. Hold me. Now. Please. Tighter. Let me be me but don't let go of me. Day by day. By day. By day. Cross our fingers. Fight the fight. See you when I close my eyes tight. Whispering sweet nothings in the dark. Feel the sunlight. Just don't want to wake up from my heart's flight. Lay with me. Hold on tight. Opposition. Challenge. Creeping quickly beneath the glow of this night. Kiss me. Softly. Quickly. I love you. Love. You. Psst... . I. love. you. Don't wake me. Let me be me but don't let go of me. My darling....

2 comments:

  1. You are an amazing writer. I wish that I could express my feelings the way you do.

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  2. I agree, except that I think that you may have go a bit overboard with the fragments. They should be used like spices...Too much and you've got stream-of-conscouness, not real writing. Thank you for trying to appease me, though!

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