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It Grows Stronger Everyday

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††† † †  
† † † †  
† † † †  
Danced with love † † † †  
on the wrong side † † † †  
of maturity † † † †
-age † † † †
psychological strength † † † †
and emotional intelligence. † † † †
† † † †  
Then stepped on its toes † † † †
dropped it to the cold concrete floor † † † †
in the middle of a latin body roll. † † † †
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Never believed † † † †  
it to be deserved † † † †  
thereafter † † † †
or earned † † † †
-didn't chase it. † † † †
Called it a fairytale † † † †
a fiction as large and bubbly as † † † †
Santa Clause in the toy factory † † † †
iced on the top † † † †  
of earth. † † † †
† † † †  
Swapped the feeling † † † †
for an engagement ring † † † †
(more than once) † † † †
a single wedding band † † † †
followed by a divorce † † † †  
nuptial † † † †
in a moment of † † † †  
absolute † † † †
solitude † † † †
insecurity; † † † †
while filling my living † † † †
with vulnerability † † † †
like a damn passion! † † † †
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I'd drink tonight † † † †
if the tab was paid. † † † †
But the thought leaves † † † †  
nothing but anger † † † †
when I look back † † † †
at the countless † † † †  
stupid things I've done. † † † †
† † † †  
As the church clock ticks towards † † † †
the aftermath † † † †
of midlife crisis † † † †
saving people, from the pain † † † †
of acquainting the † † † †  
hole † † † †  
in my chest. † † † †
It's bloody crazy to † † † †  
admit to oneself † † † †
that I had never known love † † † †
-hadn't ever met it. † † † †
†  
Until now  
† † † †  
I had to be nearly dead † † † †
before it † † †  
walked through the door † † † †
leaving shoes on the kitchen floor † † † †
baring my soul † † † †
until it was as naked † † † †
as the day I was born. † † † †
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When she stayed † † † †
it didn't leave † † † †
didn't gripe † † † †
moan † † † †
and hate † † † †
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Didn't judge † † † †
or jury † † † †
during the learning. † † † †
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But rather watered, fed, nurtured, † † † †
accepted † † † †
protected † † † †
and provided † † † †
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Well, truth be told † † † †
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I had never before † † † †
met love † † † †
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and definitely † † †
not the type that wouldn't leave † † † †
(or make me google "suicides".) † † † †
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RevolutionAL
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 29th Apr 2019
Author's Note
"It's about wanting to clasp little fingers and riding in shopping trolleys, when you want to share your last Rolo, always and forever."
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