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I want a sweet, sweet love. Love that fills me up inside and out I barely breath, but it's okay. I want a love that I know when I'm down in the trenches, I can reach out for that hand. A love that doesn't know pride when angry. A love that commits mistakes, and is self aware. I want a love that forgives , And wants forgiveness. Genuine. I want a love that accepts me, Understanding of my impurities, And physical flaws. A love that doesn't look back on the past, but is focused on us now, and how a now can create a tomorrow. I want a love that I can teach, and can teach me. Feed my brain of wisdom, music, spirituality, and politics. A love that brings out each others beautiful colors, and not our black and grays. I want a love I can take care of, nurture, and caress. A love that will appreciate that. A love that with a physical and metaphysical connection. The fire never dying inside of us. Passion. I want a love, that seeps through my pores, that drips down my secret embrace. A love made beyond intercourse. A love with out secrets or private affairs. I want a love that is just us two..

As an addict, you never stop. You drop one vice, to cling on the next You leech on to the most detrimental one You suck the blood out of it, You take advantage of its beautiful high And while you are floating, It's slowly disintegrating you inside And each time you take a hit, The high is less, so you hit it more. You abuse it, him, more. But it's never like that first time. You fight it, you fuck it up. You love it so much, but you fuck it up. It's weak to you, as you are weak to it. You force a responsibility on it over you, & when it doesn't comply. You become dark, thoughtless, common sense- less You blame the vice. You, you, you, But it's me. You cry for it, you beg for it, disregarding any self love or respect. You can't comprehend why it doesn't make you feel how it did At one time.... And now.. You are laid up in bed, fetal position, in pain. Tears falling. WITHDRAWING you just want one more taste, just one more you say, And you promise never again. God. you lie to yourself so hard, that it would be the last time. You convince yourself... But that's not bringing it back.

People underestimate the mental damage of words. They spit out mass soul destruction Your heart aches, Scrunched up Fetal postion Enduring the pain The words hit like cannon balls The the pieces fall I don't let it die.. My soul reaches for them With the last of strength I try to rebuild It back up Words dismantle The layers of love Build levels of bitterness Soul weakens Words sleep in the back of your brain Waiting for actions to wake them up again Showing the prophecy behind those words Becoming your reality Your undenying nightmare

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