Love my filthy heart the dirtiest parts of my existence the ones - TopicsExpress



          

Love my filthy heart the dirtiest parts of my existence the ones I hide even from myself, during the light hours those mysteries of myself that terrify me rip me to ribbons flailing and failing faltering in the wind cold wet broken alone embrace my shadow self that kid in the corner with the black eye tattered clothes dirty face ripped palms and knees approach him slowly hands down, palms up keep your glance, a warm embrace your voice, liquid nurturing your breath, a life line take me as I am all those torrid undercurrents tidal waves hurricane heart deluge of distraught delusion my division of gravity wrapped in a waterfall of tears and there are moments when I embrace my dark side I admit falen to my knees staring at reflection of face after the storm has settled after the chase of rain after the thunderstorm has broken me after I am left empty I have only this . . . my filthy heart . . . ( love me ) ( or ) ( leave me ) ( but please dont deceive me )
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 15:08:38 +0000

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