I won't let you draw me
Once again with your words--
Your saccharine words filled with nothing,
Carefully camouflaged as love.

You ask me to come see you,
Beg me to once again pursue,
Those butterflies that once looked pretty
Now all embellished with dirt.

I won't ask you anymore to reconsider,
Inveigle to manipulate our world,
That world that once was oh so beauteous,
Now bleak and empty beyond words.

My only prayer is that you remember
The seeds we've sown together,
Magnificent testaments to the love
That we once had--
That you shan't put them asunder.

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Syllables that have no meaning;
A love that signifies nothing.

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One doesn't bid goodbye
Because one wants to;
One elects to cut some ties
Because one needs to.

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She's attractive--
Not because
She's the epitome
Of popular beauty;
But because,
She exudes
All-out authenticity;
The kind
Who doesn't need
Any confirmation
Of how beautiful she is;
She just exists--
Happy
With the way she is;
Vibrantly alive;
In touch with herself--
Unconcerned with
And unconverted
By the judgements
Of this world.

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I yearn for a salutary presence
To arrive and bid me, gladly, to smile;
For, my undaunted soul's enfeebled;
Paltry words slip off my atrophied mouth--
Siphoned off by the insidious breeze.
Verses have long lost their nuances;
Gargantuan waves obliterate my thirst
For abiding love and soul-cleansing peace.
O, mighty Sorrow, take me up to the sky!
Devour my heart and cast away
The ghosts of boisterous, wonted fiends;
Permit me to dissolve in the fire!
Purify my sybaritic memories--
Extinguish all my piteous cries!

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I speak a lot about love;
Yet, I don't really want it
When it arrives.
That'll be like walking
Into a burgeoning storm--
Knowing that it'll hurt
And unsettle my core;
It'll bust me into shards
And reduce me to nil;
Where'll that leave me, then,
When it happens--again?

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A myriad reasons to be happy;
Divers reasons to smile.
Yet, one tiny frown from you--
One minute remark;
And, I crumble
Into multitudinous speckles,
Of zilch.

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Zilch as zilch.
Like, frolicking with words,
In fact.

As it happens, you didn't
Mean it--or mayhap,
You did.

Yet, words need to be put,
Into action.
Otherwise, they're just zilch.

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They say, the world is full of beauty;
the world is home to all; yet, a visa
is required at each port--land or air.
How, now, can I enjoy and share in
those beautiful spots they
write about?

No fare, no passport,
no visa, no share?

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Your greatest love
is your biggest heartache
and no one can top that.
You can still love
and be hurt by others
but you'll always remember
that one person who left,
using them as your gauge
for all those who dare
to arrive next.

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