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ShakenSweet shake brings back nights before
Hail storm inside me, ice left breaks on the floor
Storm no longer in my gut
But you'd sung that back into me
Injected shivers, my skin tremble vulnerably
However, now I can't be so selfish
I can be angry at those who dive their nose in and take their pick themselves
Although I was just doing the same, guilt tripping anger
A path of my own way
Who deserves you more?
Who do you deserve?
I'd plead my case, I've not felt shaken for so long
Though you know her longer, and longer without she'd been, she'd say
But as soon as you'd taste her lips again
The storm that'd re-started
Would waltz down the drain.
Pick your pain.There are two pains, one you'd wish to keep
Anger and you won't let the blood weep
For it's stinging crimson, not bubbling fire
Burns which can never belong in a desire-
Desire for pleasure, the sharp sting sweet
But is fuel for a bruise,
And all that a bruise is,
Can't let the blood weep.
Choke from the smoke spiraling from my boiled blood
For when it's not bleeding from me, and steaming inside
I still see red.
A big red cross through my time, I'd revolt and turn back
Wait for a new idea to arrive.
Leave me the fuck alone.
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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