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Shoot me Save me.

I am riddled in bullets
Come
Pluck them
Out
So as I can laugh again
Help me
Breathe
And prise that spear from my neck
Nasty piece of work
A master stroke that didn’t kill

Let your love fill the gaps
Your green eyes the voids
And the black holes
There are constellations undiscovered
And aliens living in my mind

Enter, gouge them all from my bleeding ribs
Shoulder
Back
Temple
I am in your hands
Take me
I am pockmarked and riddled

If you really love me

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Beyond conditional love..and the games we play with it…

Comments

  • Mel Brackstone
    Mel Brackstonealmost 5 years ago

    Desperation speaks….

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellalmost 5 years ago

    Is there really ever unconditional love? I used to say it only existed between parent and child but that is not always the case.
    Every relationship is a transaction….nobody is truly altruistic…in my humble opinion.

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosalmost 5 years ago

    May that some soul, will feel this too much to respond to.
    Or other one…some exciting adventure of the impossible.
    May another crave for curiosity….and get deeper into yourself.
    Love.. being loved…
    by oneself?
    First?
    Is not too much asking…
    is not a condition so difficult to assume?
    If…you really love me…
    Rosa

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