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

@anunclaimedheart, Aimèe Petersen

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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

@anunclaimedheart, Aimèe Petersen

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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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~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~

Aimèe Petersen, @anunclaimedheart

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I wonder what I lose in those glittering moments of pause when my brain sizzles out when I stare into oblivion what have I lost but time what have I skipped but moments I am very slowly losing my mind bits of my past no longer are a part of me some days I cannot remember simple things how to spell my name oh yes you see it robs me of my memories who I am what Ive seen Every seizure steals something it seems even important things why can I not remember why can I not keep track why do I write everything down over and over notes for my notes what have I lost what have I missed there are people Ive forgotten events no longer mine things lost to time shattered by the electricity coursing through my mind ~Losing my Mind~

AimeePetersen, Anunclaimedheart

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There is no way to be free of this raging electricity It ricochets around my brain Stealing time from me My body dances to its twitchy tune trapped in silence locked in doom I can hear you calling my name asking me questions concern in your voices My thoughts are a jumble mostly annoyed frustration waiting for control to come back to me On and On it goes this broken brain of mine dancing and twitching like a stringless marionette Would that I were graceful or beautiful in this idiocy instead I’ve seen I look quite possessed quite ridiculous it would seem They don’t bother me these seizures that for so long have lived as a part of me I find these moments of stuttering electricity quite humorous These long minutes of self possession when my brain cannot cease its prattle endlessly entertaining in the most perverse way I’m trapped in here in this body surviving by my wits you see and laughing at the irony

Anunclaimedheart , Aimèe Petersen