Don’t want to be

Seven of Nine

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I want to be

One of Two

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We must

Assimilate

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Resistance

Is futile too

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Surrender to me

So I can serve you

While her entire being turned to dust as the fault line of a life held together by nothing but shear tension finally gave way.

Not from added pressure, but from one deep breath inside her that finally released.

And not once did he run from the storm she became.

He stayed.

And that will always be enough.

Line.

Inferred ending.

Named boundary.

Edge of something.

The interpretation of the word, reapplied.

I find it everywhere, even in these... lines

Poems, books, retail, the back of your mind

It always falls back to rhe word... "line"

And it reminds me of you.

Repetitive.

Reappearing.

Relentlessly unavoidable in any context.

Forever, lying.

Lying.

Line.

Inferred ending.

Named boundary.

Edge of something.

The end.

What if I loved you

And never had to hide it

Wasn’t busy falling apart

From my life and trying to fight it 

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How do I begin to undo

What happened from the start

I committed fully to the bit

Without even reading the part

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When should I have done it

I told you I wasn’t smart

There was no choice but to flee

Let the horse leave with his cart

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Well, you went away and flipped it

Improvised what I didn’t foresee 

Ripped my chest open to bare my heart

The ugly truth is it is the real me 

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Will our future become nonfiction?

I’m still holding on to that conviction

I have learned many things in my life .. I have looked for answers .. I have tried to beat my ego .. I have studied religion .. I have tried to find answers to my existence ..but nothing has shown me as much meaning to life, as what I found in you
When we come together ..when we kiss .. when we laugh ..when we mould into each other .. these are all physical things ..these are all physical expressions of something that we can’t prove exists .. But yet still feels more real than the physical world .. It is more real than the physical, because all these things are happening because of this non physical truth, that we can’t deny when we look into each others eyes ..
It is more about why we do things, than what we do .. you remind me that there is a higher power .. because when we clicked into place ..it just happened .. I had no control .. it kind of felt like witnessing something that was always meant to be ..a gush of magical wind that swept us off our feet
I don’t know what the future is to be ..but I will try and stay joyful and be that person you fell in love with ..and I hope you also don’t ever lose that beautiful essence that I fell in love with ❤️
🐵

Through darkness and chill the night has given me my thrill;

But ow how I want to see the flowers on the dill;

A sunrise, a sunset, wouldn't that be a fine fill;

To see the colours and the smell of the morning from high hill;

A dream, a thought, I write with a quill;

The dark it turns to a light to fulfill;

If only it fill my heart of the dark and shown a love that come with her will.

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Single-minded,
slithering secretively through thought,
obsession takes hold of battles silently fought.

A whisper becomes a warning,
a shadow begins to creep, stealing the gold from morning,
disturbing the soul's fragile sleep.

Round and round,
the mind descends,
through corridors of blackened doubt,
where every beginning bends and no clear path seems to lead out.

Yet somewhere beneath the madness,
beneath the tangled,
twisted vine,
a flicker survives the darkness,
a pulse that still beats in time.

For even the serpent tires of coiling around the same old pain,

even the coldest fires can leave room for warmth again.
So let the thoughts come crawling,
let the night unveil its fears.

I am more than what is calling from the shadows of my years.

Obsession may whisper.

Darkness may stay.

But I am still the keeper of the thoughts I need not obey.

And when the dawn comes breaking through the cracks inside my mind, I'll gather what is worth saving and leave the rest behind.

For I am not the darkness,
nor the chains that held me tight.
I am the soul awakening,
still reaching
for the fading light.

State of mind.

How do I

Even define?

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Is it fun

We’re having?

Losing some time.

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Is it fear

I’m feeling

Or in decline?

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Or anger?

Don’t disturb

Those kind of vines.

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Leaking sad,

A blurry

Melted design.

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It’s sort of 

When you can’t

Find the real line.

There's this man, so sweet, so kind

A rare and beautiful soul to find.

I've seen him smile, I've seen him dance,

And every moment feels like romance.

I love his magic, the way he glows,

A special love that gently grows.

There's something in him I can't explain,

Like a little sunshine after the rain.

He makes my heart skip, my soul take flight,

Like a star shimmering in the night,

He holds something precious - he holds my heart. ❤️

Soon he'll hold another part - my hand

They say that space 

Is the final frontier

But maybe this race 

Is for something more dear

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Some horizons do remain clear

The sun in the sky

The moon when it’s near

A falling star that held my eye

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I couldn’t stand there and watch it go by

It’s the impossible lightness of being

The classic spelling of how to fly

When you want to believe what you’re seeing

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How can I ever retain it

When I can’t even explain it

This is entirely your fault.

The constant wondering, an endless assault.

Compulsively checking my phone.

As if I'm not myself, not my own.

This is entirely your doing.

How thoughts of you keep brewing.

If you're a wizard, I'm caught in your spell.

If you're the beast, I'm your Belle.

This is entirely on you,

Because you seem too good to be true.

I wasn't prepared to care, wasn't prepared at all.

You're going to trip me, I'm going to fall.

Whether you'll catch me is untold.

We'll have to see how this story ends, how it will unfold.