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Happy Valentine’s Day Cacilia


I have been saying to my girlfriend for a while that I would write her something, so I thought Valentine’s Day would be the best time to show how much I love her. She is totally awesome to me and helps calm all my demons when she is around. I love you Cacilia!

Without you, I’m breaking into shards,
With you, I am taking out my heart,
Boxing it up for you because we have a certain spark,
No person can see we’re both psychopaths,
Broken and damaged,
We both recycle and remember our pasts,
We keep hurtling further back to our bedroom blasts.
Cheesy as it sounds you’re the only one I want,
My sexual ghost under these sheets ready to haunt,
Giving me writersblock, you rock my world; I am lost in this girl,
I am finding a way to you from out of this shell.
You have no idea how much to mean to me,
Words cannot express,
Your love is a wildfire,
I am basking in your flames,
Up upon this high wire,
I am miraculously masking how much we have changed.
When the rain falls hard,
And the world comes for blood,
I’ll build you a house of cards,
Let everyone we know huff and puff.
Throw away your past,
Caution is telling me you’re my cute cure,
I am blown away by this lass,
Without fortune-telling I am your future.
You have demons, so do I,
Damaged by these simple creatures costumed people,
Seeing the world with soap in their eyes.
If you are surrounded by fire,
I will let it burn because I will come for you,
This is how much I really love you.

Cacilia

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A Hate Letter For Forever Love


Cupid

Cupid (Photo credits: http://www.roadtrafficsigns.com)

Each blink is too long and each beat is too much to cage and bare, so I shall rip off my eyelids to keep you in my sight’s a little longer and tear through my chest and place myself as a sacrifice to the goddess of my inner war. My lips become unworked and dry without your pressure and I wonder and pace in circles to this addiction called you, your essence or smoke clings to my lungs, I know each inhale is deadly but the remembrance will one day be my murderer. I know you have found your feet and walked the ground you stood on but you left a blood-trail when you drove your hand through my ribs, clasped your fingers around my heart and dragged it off to the unknown, thank you. I have tried to rip and burn the photographs of you but your witchcrafting spells are protection against your stillness towards the weak. It feels as if I am chained to a monstrous mountains peak of snow and I am kneeling at its feet, tortured to watch the skies clouds that have now been replaced with images of our better times and precious seconds. There was no Cupid with a bow and arrow only a silent thief with a dagger. No medical diagnosis or prescription to help me now, the only answer it to go cold turkey, the oldest of remedies and cures but it will surely almost destroy me as you have ripped out my insides, cooked them and now I am ready to carve. The thought of you make me throw-up, not in a sickening way to your portrait but fear, anxiety, frustration and anger, those are the invisible fingers down my throat.

Thank you, Love.

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