An Unclaimed Heart

I am an unclaimed heart. We are all someone's... This is me reclaiming my heart, my life, my writing, my self, everything. You can follow me here or on Instagram @anunclaimedheart

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Sometimes the incredible power of the Truest Love lies in the Agony of Sacrifice ~A.P.

@anunclaimedheart, Aimée Petersen

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It’s the jump of my heart when your breath caresses my skin When you hold my hand your strong rough fingers tangled with mine When you stand just behind me your chest pressed to my back When I close my eyes the whisper of your lips across my neck It’s the flush of my skin hot from desire My blood pounding through my my body as my skin lights on fire It’s the brush of your mouth softly across mine That ignites the flames inside me every time it rages like an inferno wild and incomplete Threatening to consume me screaming for release this needing this build up this crescendo this little death It is the truth of us the demand the pull That longing of desire this burning wild fire It never goes away just lives inside a frenzied throbbing ache Ever waiting for the day when you will slip your hand in mine run fingers through my hair whisper my name kiss me kiss me kiss me make me forget ever having been apart It’s the jump of my heart when I hear your voice whisper in the dark ~A.P. , It’s the Fire in My Heart~

@anunclaimedheart, Aimée Petersen

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It’s always the stupid ones that walk away smiling. ~A.P.

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The yearning heart knows nothing of distance and even less of time. Logic Defied~ ~A.P.

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It’s not you that decides when you’ve had enough that’s the cold cruel hand of Fate. ~A.P, ~ FATE~

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Sometimes I haven’t the Patience to explain myself to my weary heart again. ~A.P. ~~PATIENCE~~ For all the pieces of me I refuse to acknowledge, on the grounds it’s mental cruelty. ;) ~~~~

@anunclaimedheart, Aimèe Petersen

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~Melissa~ The Last time I saw you you sat cross legged on my bed Brushed my hair laughed and said boys were so dumb How I miss your smile all these years later No one had a best friend like you I look at my babies now and wonder Do you see them would you have had girls or boys Who would you be now? Had God not taken you so young Would we be sitting crosslegged on my bed laughing about boys now now thirty-two years later so many memories us aged five to thirteen so much laughter as we vaulted our back fence Growing up saving you hiding until that terrible night when forever I lost you When I turned from God and hated him for not saving you I can not tell you how long my faith was lost how far I left myself behind but your loss I feel still In every pass through the old neighborhood With every life event I feel your loss as deeply as a knife I did it all you know everything we dreamt Everything we said every silly thing we made up I did it for you for me for us so if you want to stop by to sit on my bed crosslegged, my dearest, I miss you Oh how I miss you Bring your smile and Come sit again just once. ~A.P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The summer I turned 14 I lost my best friend, in a drunk driving accident. Her mother was the driver that killer her. I lost so much after that accident... So much more than just Lisa. For years I lost faith, hope, and any sense of justice. For where could that be for my friend who was lost forever. I think I will never get over her loss, this girl who died just after her own 14th birthday and the summer before we were both going to be Freshman in High School. This is her poem, even though it's not nearly enough... There will never be enough words to express how much I still feel for you Lisa, my Backyard Bandit! I'll see you when I see you.

@anunclaimedheart Aimèe Petersen

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~THE SYCAMORE TREE, ETERNALLY~ I saw regret in our future staring from your eyes all those years ago When asked of you things I knew you could not give so lost you were to me Never have I ever wanted to change you I could not bare to listen when they asked you to try The words haunted my heart day and night Long after we watched the lightning ride the sky I never told you how it hurt me how they echoed in my ear I never told you how the tears tore my throat and stained blood red my nightgown with each wave of rain those endless nights We never spoke of all the words that came between us that cold dreadful October We just carved our initials on the Sycamore tree and wandered down the path lost in torment My heart deciding even as you carried me to set you free I turned away I walked away Set you free said Goodbye Never because I did not Love you Never because I did not Want you But because I did Because I loved you more More than my Own Heart More than my Own Soul More than my Own Pain More I refused to be your regret I refuse to be your prison I refused to be the person to take your freedom Not when I could be the one to give you wings I will always believe that Love should Set You Free In Love our hearts long bound together have remained all these years Returning over and over to each other Ever searching for one another in a sea of timeless waves and the whitest of blizzards raging across the Mountain always finding each other somehow, always… I loved you first I will love you last I will love you longest I will love you Eternally. ~A.P.

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~LIVE & yet LOVE ~ To Live with Passion is Everything And Yet, To Love with Passion is Eternity ~A.P

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~ALMOST~ Its not the poetry I love But the Words The words that fall from your lips I long to hear your voice I no longer care what you say Just the cadence of your voice Just the whisper of your words in my ear If I close my eyes I can almost hear you Almost Almost Whispering through the towering Pines Drifting over our Mountains Almost Almost Its not the poetry I love But the Words I long to hear your voice Whisper in my ear all the words my heart no longer cares to hear In the Dark I hear those words Almost Almost ~A.P

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~Dancing in Hell~ I need a break I need a break I need a break from this hell before I break before I break before I break from this Hell and there is none No break No end No stop No pause No vacation Just Me dancing around my kitchen with this disorder which is slowly killing me Just me dancing with E wishing praying hoping it would drop me let me go be just a nightmare and not my reality instead instead of this Hell This Hell with no vacation because I'm tired God and I need a break just a small one a day or two from this from E from the dance please A break before I break ~A.P.

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~DAYS LIKE THIS~ Days like this when my body is my enemy When my lungs will not draw in air when this brain dances all around with singularly hideous purpose tossing my limbs to and fro like a freakish marionette When nausea rides high on my list of emotions I wonder what it is like to be healthy To be normal To not be this This thing that I AM This BODY of brokenness This Mind of shattered mess What would it be like not to take fists full of pills every day Not to feel my brain suddenly start off in a direction I did not send it Not to feel a limb suddenly jerk in a way I did not intend What would it feel like to always be in control of ME Would I even be me This normal that I wonder about I remember when I was a child I ran, jumped, played, did all those things that made me free, normal Still I do them now yet, days like these persist They crawl up from my Hell wrap around me like smoke choke out my freedom of will slowly suddenly completely letting me watch while trapped inside my window to this world Days like this steal from me the thing I cling to the most My freedom, my will Any normal I can lay claim to Days like this when my brain is my enemy my mind a shattered mess I wonder if I will ever Be FREE of this If I will ever wake one morning and never feel the pull of this curse in my head again I wonder if I will ever see the Last of Days like this. ~A.P.

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~Where Would We Go From There~ If I opened my heart to you if I trusted you with that one thing that broken thing that battered thing if I lay my bruised heart in the palm of your warm worn hands what would you do what would you say where would we go from there How would you see me then If I trusted you with the one thing I trust no soul with If I chose to remember only the good things and forgive the bad where would we go from there If I reached out my hand and gave you my heart would you take it battered broken bruised abused imperfect used lost old the only heart I shall ever own would you keep it would you treasure it where would we go from there If I trusted you with the love I keep buried in the depths of my soul would you hold it would you want it would it matter to you If you trusted me with your heart if you opened your heart to me if you held your hand out to me reached out battered broken bruised imperfect lost the only heart you'll ever have and trusted me where would we go from there how I'd treasure it how I'd keep it where would we go from there ~A.P.

Aimèe Petersen, @anunclaimedheart

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~THE LAKE~ I sat here on this beach watching waves lap granite sand waiting for them to erase my words to take them away to the deepest depths of my crystal clear Lake so my love my love can rest forever at the bottom I sat here waiting for you to show up and save me from having to watch the waves steal away each grain of golden granite I waited wondering what you were doing and why we were not there together but I knew in my heart all the answers lay at the cold dark bottom of my beautiful Lake sifting in the golden granite like the words that were disappearing with each wave All I have to do is stare long enough into the abyss each answer will come to me my heart longs no longer The Lake answers every ache I stopped waiting on this beach instead I lay here sleeping the waves a lullaby have given me a peace my heart needed more than love secretly I let my love sink to the bottom while I slept there is no rescuing it for me I think I will have to live with peace instead and so I crawl upon the beach with book in hand and sink into my spot and watch the place where words once spelled emotions now just thought This is my peaceful place to rest where I remember love and know that sometime in the deepest depths I felt more than lost~ A.P

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~WHISPERS IN THE DARK~ I have conversations with you every night before I sleep I lay upon my pillow whispering every secret to you telling all the things missed while apart these long nights through I whisper into the dark as I drift to sleep do you hear it do you know the secrets that I tell in the dark of night from miles and miles away over these beautiful snow capped mountains are you listening under the stars watching the same moon I see Can you hear my whisper through our towering pines where hearts lie beating sleeping dreaming creating hoping Can you hear my heart beating~ ~A.P~

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Freedom is my drug.

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