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Unyielding Heart

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My love is not the overwhelming kind

Yet my heart is not any less fragile

I may not speak in romantic prose, my tongue may bite

But I will drown myself in suffocating doubt

As my lungs fill with desire

 

I will breathe in even your weightless words

And the fear of breath loss will coincidentally cause a collapse

For the depths of my emotions are a challenge for even experienced divers

Including obstacles to ware off any hungry sharks

Because settling is not a viable option when your hopes are your only life support

 

Then a stillness will come in the free-fall

As my unyielding heart bears the burden of the journey

And the scars of past mistakes provide reassurance to a promising future

Because although my love is not the overwhelming kind

My heart is not any less fragile to cracks of unexpected chances to be taken

An Endless Second

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I sometimes find myself fighting for you to surface

And because I lack in force, I grow weary in spirit

Then our antagonist pushes to sink you deeper and deeper

 

My breath shortens and my heart’s staccato pounding accelerates

Just enough to lose visions of what truly holds weight

I stand puzzled as to where we left off and unsure as to which direction leads closer to you

 

But hope taps on my shoulder as a conductor taps his baton on his music stand

To signify the ready and the set but it’s up to me for the go

And that last second will feel endless as I long for understanding of a future you already know

The Harvest

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The high grass brings comfort to souls that dwell in shadows

It creates curtains of loneliness that are quickly welcomed

As the sun travels the lengthy sky

Spectrums burn through the gaps

Exposing wounds of neglect and self pity

Healing winds seem to go unnoticed

As you can’t see a breeze, only its effects

Yet the green blades of past regrets bend and stretch with each passing moment

Allowing thoughts to salute the tears of yesterday’s sins

For the pasture will continue to be cultivated until the land is overused

And when that day comes the hope will be in the harvest

Worn

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In the summer it’s the flirty sundresses I wear

And in the way I loosely curl my hair

In hopes to make an impression as we begin our hazy affair

 

During the fall I’ll wear your blue flannel shirts

I’ll tie them up in attempt to subvert

With shades bright enough to match my eyes and make your racing heart hurt

 

And in the cold winters I’ll steal your favorite hoodie

I’ll throw it on with not much time to get ready

Then my effortless ensemble takes back your glances with the envy of many

 

And when the springtime comes and the weather turns warm

I’ll wear flowers in my hair to show how your love adorns

Because it’s the little things like this where my affection is worn

 

 

Confliction

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You painted Your canvas under one sky

You set it to revolve between darkness and light

And created juxtaposition within each extreme

 

Your light, a harsh yet gratifying warmth

Your dark, a bullet-hole-lighted path

Then created us to be the victor in this confliction