Hope

Separation.

The phone rings.

Your voice.

I hear your voice.

After so long,

I am sure that you love me.

Tortured by self-doubt.

Wondering if love existed between us.

And wondered if we should go our separate ways.

Now hope exist that we can make it together.

Hope that lives inside me instead of torturous self-doubt.

Hope of us and not just me.

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Denial

“Girlfriend, can we talk?.”

“Sure. About what?”

“I think you're in denial.”

“I don't think so.”

“Have you taken a test yet?”

“Ummmm.... No, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Just too much going on.”

“Well, when can you take the test?”

“I don't know. Just too much going on now.”

“Are you free now for a bit?”

“Yeah for now I am.”

“Then take the test now.”

“I don't feel like it. Maybe later”

“Do you think you are?”

“Maybe, I'm not sure.”

“How many symptoms you have on this list?”

“Almost all of them.”

“Almost all of them, and you think you might be?”

“So how are you doing, girlfriend?”

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The Accuser of my Tattered Soul

From me, you ripped my soul.

My soul is in tatters because of your desires

Desires of yours, selfish ones, took my sense of self away.

Away, I drift in the wind with my pain.

Pain that I do not want to face.

Face is something I do, but deny.

Deny, I am in pain and hurt.

Hurt is what I feel.

Feel with no feeling what I do.

Do what to do?

Do I want to go on?

On to face my pain and anger.

Anger that I bury.

Bury my anger at you is what I do, but why?

Why do I bury my anger at you who wronged me?

Me the victim has become the accuser of me.

Me, the accuser is myself.

Myself did wrong, and I cry for my mistakes.

Mistakes that never happened.

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Tick Tock, Tick Tock

I love you.

You are so nice to me.

You treat me so well.

I can't wait till we meet again.

Tick tock, tick tock.

I love you.

Where are you?

I miss you.

I need you.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Do you love me?

Please talk to me.

I want to hear your voice.

I want to be reassured.

Tick tock, tick tock.

In my head, I feel your love.

It makes me feel good.

In my heart, I feel nothing.

Do I still love you?

Tick tock, tick tock.

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The Ten Needs of Love

01) To flourish, love needs togetherness.

02) To flourish, love needs patience.

03) To flourish, love needs forgiveness.

04) To flourish, love needs understanding.

05) To flourish, love needs listening.

06) To flourish, love needs smiles.

07) To flourish, love needs laughter.

08) To flourish, love needs kindness.

09) To flourish, love needs acceptance.

10) To flourish, love needs compromise.

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Clickity Clack, Clickity Clack.

I send you words.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

You send me words back.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We exchange names, ages, and more.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

Over time our feelings develop.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

Our love grows.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We talk of hugging, kissing, and more.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We desire to see each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We so love each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want to hold each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want to feel each other skin-to-skin.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want nothing in-between us ever.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We love one another.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

There is nothing to fear.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We only want skin-to-skin.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We want to share our love.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We talk of marriage and kids.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We talk of growing old together.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We say bye for now.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We sign off.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

And we wonder about each other.

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

We wonder: 'What are you really like?'

Clickity clack, clickity clack.

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I am a Person

I am a person who has feelings.

I am more than a body to be used for your amusement.

Why can't you see me for who I am,

and not who you want me to be?


I am a person who has desires

I am not a soulless robot.

Why can't you make me feel desire for you,

and not just feel you in me?


I am a person who wants to be respected -

not treated like something to be thrown away.

Why can't you respect me

and my decision to say no?


I am a person who wants to be loved -

to be loved and cared for.

All I ask of you is this:

Why don't you treat me like a person?

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