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Buried with Bess

She treats her life like sulfurous gas she finds hard to take in

like an advertisement to a program she has never even seen

she has seen the clock change faces and has spent that time with me

I could fault her for her purpose but then I’d have to disagree

she asks the strangest questions and thinks her prerogative discreet

chained to indiscretions yet declares herself free

remarkable though her standpoint her footholds crumbling

she shakes until shes cornered then reveals her ferocity

caring not through want of living

merely for the fact that to retract would imply that she is weak

a testament to troubled waters yet the surface seems so clean

she fears that innocence forgotten is a damnable thing

but its the fear of her never living that truly frightens me

her blindness clearly startling marauding all that is left

never the less she whispers if anything should happen…

Please bury me with Bess

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As I am.

The fact is I barely know you. I don’t even know myself. How much can you ever really know someone? I can feel you though. Through the air and atoms connecting us. Every time I see you watching me, it makes me smile a little brighter, just for you.

I will never regret meeting you. My life changed the second I did. The whole world is made better, simply by your presence in it. Getting to know you is and will be the best decision I ever made. I refuse to let it be any less.

For you I will turn myself out. Fill every book from cover to cover. I will catch you at every slip and pick you up after every fall. I will show you what a man can be. Instead of how he can come apart.

I may be broken. Damaged from the years. But this is the foundation. From here is where I build. Every brick a blessing.

I just need you to know that every day from this one forth, every peice I put into place is because when I first spoke with you. I saw you. From then on I needed you to see me. As I am.

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Call waiting.

I cancelled your call. The words would always of had to wait. So I cast them to the depths. Their own weight pushing them in. Like struggling to bare your own skin I too know I never will.

If time didn’t exist would we care as much? Waste it more? Use it less? If I left your call waiting would it say something about me? Hidden by my choices and revealed only by my inaction?

In just one world if only one ever came in a universe. Could I have the courage? Spare the confidence? Muster the conviction?… No, no that wouldn’t be me.

Then I answered your call.