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Insignificant

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In silence It sat between us,
damning me for my ambivalence.
I kept a knife against Its throat
though I exalted Its existence.

What will was left began to wane
as hours poured from an artery.
Eclipsed in her indifference,
insignificance would swallow me.

Your implicit ultimatum
left me desperate for an absolute
that she would never offer me.
My hope only served to convolute

the tangled strands of lies and truth,
when twisted with my misconception,
slipped the noose around my frail reason
and filled my lungs with resignation.

Another dawn could never break
to grace her smile to my memory.
Acceptance like a tempest cast
me on the shores of reality.

I surrendered my last recourse
to the cold grip of the second hand.
In silence It read the verdict
that fell with the final grain of sand.

The pain of one last goodbye still
pales to one more indifferent embrace:
so as I twisted my blade in Its
throat, I memorized her darling face.

Blind to the blood that marked my hands,
unaware of Its lifeless body,
she bid farewell as we embraced:
the sole fruition of my folly.

In silence It rested with us
staining the sheets with pools of crimson.
Putrescence pervaded our dreams
and immortalized my transgression.

Passing Glances

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A slender form slips through the crowd,
careless of the curious eyes,
like the pale moon slips past the clouds,
she beckons my gaze to the skies.

Her elegant scarlet tresses
frame an ivory decollete,
and conceal her furtive glances
as she slowly dances my way.

For a moment we turn away
– she lets her verdant, velvet dress
brush past my hands as if to say,
“All that’s left is for us to guess.”

Your Story Isn’t Magdalene’s

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If only I could write your name
along side our sin,
condemning you into the shame
you abandoned me in.

But the worm of retribution
can swear no loyalty
and the toll of its infection
will eventually

be taken from the innocent.
Remorse is poisonous
– how I hope yours is sufficient
to blight his forgiveness.

My helpless rage has run its course,
leaving this bitter yield:
a dream of your suspended corpse
above the Potter’s Field.

Summary

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I would have gone anywhere
and done anything
for a chance to talk to you.
That was years ago
– back when I used to think
chances were infinite.
Now I do what I can to catch a glimpse
as you walk past.

I think you’re avoiding me now.
The clock strikes 5
and I don’t see you by the bench
where we reconnected a few years ago.
I wish you understood
the pain of being avoided
for a simple glance.
Not a word nor an approach.
Not even a smile.
Maybe you knew my stomach turned
when our eyes locked.

The Beginning

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This bond will break, it cannot bend.
Hold fast- I could not stop
the beginning of our end.

Who is to blame? We both had doubt.
But voiceless fear is an open wound
and silent answers sold us out.

You are not dead to me my dear
– yet if I feel no life with you,
then you’re the death of me I fear.

But I became your every breath!
So could I truly call it living
if I left you to certain death?

Blood is pouring from the suture.
These broken hearts we stitched together
bleed and stain our every future.

Who is to blame? We both knew change.
The children we were died in our arms
– the face in the mirror was strange.

This bond will break, so leave it be.
It was made for a different life,
and from that life we now are free.