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like cracks crumbling

Restraint

Like chains

Cold

Rough like rope

Hold me back

Hold me down

Wanting

Like warmth

Bright

Soft like feathers

Swallowing me

Swallowing you

Resolve

Like cracks

Crumbling

Jagged like my broken pieces

Spilling out

And on to you

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34 thoughts on “like cracks crumbling”

  1. Life is a funny thing, when it comes to resolve. I have to weigh my resolutions against changing circumstances, more often than I’d like. Thankfully, when it comes to a promise made to a loved one, my resolve has always won. Promises kept are what has generated warmth, and feather-softness, in my humble experience.
    You have a scintillating poetic sense, sweetheart. 🧡💙

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    1. Promises kept are some of the most precious things… and yes… life is a very funny thing.
      Sometimes we keep our resolve, not to stop hurting others but to prevent ourselves from getting hurt…
      Thank you so much for stopping by, sweetie. I am glad you enjoyed it. 🖤💙

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      1. Yes, self-defense is a very basic thing. You are doing your level best in that area, from what I’ve seen. It’s always my pleasure to visit your site, honey, and to support you in any way I can. 🖤❤🧡💛

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      2. Gosh, you are just so sweet.
        Some times, I do find myself wanting to let people closer but I don’t because … well … you can never fully know someone… I think this where this poem came from…

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      3. There is always a goodly amount of ambivalence, after a soul-chilling experience, or set of experiences. It took me two years to reach out, after my loss, and even then it turned out wrong. Take one day at a time, as the aphorism goes and there will be a melding of safety with comfort. I am rather an open book, which has its drawbacks, but I’d rather be that way than be a furtive, secretive mole of a man. I like you a lot, Amberley, and will be here,even if only on this medium, to offer whatever support you need. 💙💜

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      4. One day at a time is all we can take. Sometimes my heart wants to skip along, trusting everyone, but might head has not yet healed enough… that “turned out wrong” scares me.
        Lol yes, I know what you mean about being an open book and draw backs. I am the same. I open to people way too quickly… I fall for people way too quickly.
        Bahahahaha I dunno… being a secretive mole man sounds like it could be fun sometimes…
        Thanks, dearest. I really do appreciate your time spent here with me 🖤💜🧡💛💚💙❤

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      5. If you take your time, and really have your heart, brain and gut in sync, the right thing will happen for you, in its time. It would break my heart to see you hurt again. My time with you is always well-spent, in any case. 🖤❤🧡💛💚💙💜 x 2

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      6. I’m not looking for another relationship. 17 years of junk will take a while for me to heal. Butbit doesn’t always prevent those feelings from bubbling to the surface…
        You a just so sweet. Thank you 🖤🖤

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  2. Uuughhhhhhh! And ooooooooooooooooooh!!!! And punched in my guts!!!!! I ADORE this. It may be ..my fave so far of yours. It to me in all sorts of places and all the right places. And your words are charged with familiar particles that I can feel all over me.

    This:
    “Resolve

    Like cracks

    Crumbling

    Jagged like my broken pieces

    Spilling out

    And on to you…”

    Can I just make out with this stanza a bit? Just a bit? A little kissy kiss?
    💋💋💋

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    1. Bahahaha sure… I believe this stanza desperately wanted to make out with someone… this whole poem is longing for mouths and lips and tongues… *sigh*
      I really love this poem too. It came from an honest place. And not from pain… so… yeah.
      I’m so happy you enjoyed it… I… it pretty much sums up my current feels. Lmfao
      Hugs and kisses smouldering goddess xxx

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      1. It can have me, if it wants. I’ll kiss it to death and bring it back to life with another sultry kiss.

        I love the honesty and purity and gorgeousness of it. It’s inside me me now and I will never let it out.

        I was going to email you this weekend but weekends are difficult. I’ll try this week. Forgive me if I dont.
        I adore you
        Tingles all over me
        ❤️

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