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infatuation

January 4 InfatuationA temporary sensationFull of elationCausing perspirationAnd dislocutionOf time and spaceAt every sightingAnd every thoughtOf the object ofInfatuation. What supposed to be temporaryContinues eternallyWhen I considerMy infatuation.

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Hide and Seek

January 4 Seek until you find, he says.You’re never “it.”So you try to hide,but then you findWhat no one ever findsIn a place you already lookedWhen you’re looking for a hiding place.What you find surprises youChanges youRearranges you.So again you try to hide.Instead you findmore that’s rightIn all that’s wrong.And you can’t stop findingBecause your…

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I believe

January 2 Sometimes I forget myselfAnd just for a momentThis isn’t doomedI’m as good as you sayI deserve happinessShe won’t wake up,Realize her mistakeAnd come home.You won’t wake upRealize my faultsAnd walk away.When I talk to youI believe

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I want to try

January 2 I’ll never replace what you’ve lostNever heal the scarsOr fill the missing piecesI’ll never fix everything that’s brokenBut I want to try. And I know you’ll find something newGrow in ways you never hopedFind strengths you never imaginedI’ll watch you fix the broken partsAnd I want to try. It’s not the right time…

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Cinnamon

December 29 There’s no darkness in you could make me cower in fearNo mistake you’ve made that I don’t want to hear You can’t be too loud or too big, too real, or convoluted.There can’t be too much intensity I would need muted. Like cinnamon, you’ve learned to give just a bit to each personBecause…

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Figment of your imagination

Dec 29 I’ve fallen in love with myselfHe said.His mind, omnipotent, creates the perfect woman, the perfect compliment, his yen, his missing piece.Everything about this fictional girl is bait for his affections. She is what he thinks he wants, and what he really needs, blended,Like a healthy smoothie that tastes good.She listensShe entertainsShe is good…

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provocateur

December 26 I look at each man and find something to want. Whoever he is, he turns me on.The patriarch, a father who cares for his family.The philosopher, poet, no thoughts of money.The consummate entertainer, exploiting the crowds.The debater and cynic, obnoxious and loud.The sensitive lover, caress at his fingertips.The bold provocateur with incredible lips.Each…

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Beauty’s Sleep

December 23 When Beauty’s heart was piercedShe crawled in bed and covered upDestined to sleep alone in nightmaresLost, confused and fierce. The castle built strong with wallsThick and steep to hold her inAnd keep everyone out byCertain death or threat of fall. The moat around the wall was deepAnd treacherous for anyoneWho tried to swim…

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This is the moment

December 23 When you say “I love you,” it doesn’t surprise me at all.Of course you love me.It’s that warm and happy feeling of the comfort of old friends,Who know who you were andLike who you’ve become. You love me. But then suddenly and unexpectedly you say you’ve fallen in love with me.Like you’ve been…

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I am one of those people

December 23 I am one of those peopleThe unlucky, sad peopleThe ones who’ve never been in love.Not with a man who loved me.Not with a man who wanted more for me than for himself.Not with a man who deserves so much more than I have to give. I am one of those peopleThe lucky people,…

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