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Now and not then.

   
 

Dearest V.  


I knew once I saw you.  

I hadnt been underground for 600 days

and 600 nights.

Only God knows how many different aMUSEments

you were dipping your ink into.  

Forfeiting all blame  

you confess: "Just a man after all..."

Remember, darling?

We are supposed to meet now and not then.

~  

I recognize you immediately...  

for your words erupt like quicksand beneath my feet  

sinking me into the deep like no other.

~  

I meant what I said before...  

cross over that bridge and find me when you're ready.

Our souls have already met a lifetime ago and made love,  

leaving our future so simple now and uncomplicated.

Dancing blindly

until we get things right.

~  

Will I recognize love?

Yes, that's why my shadow traces in step with yours.

It may not be the love on television.

Sappy.  

Black and white.

It may be the shared kind.

Messy.  

Grey.

Our favourite kind.

~  

Drifting alone once more,  

I wait for you...  

despite your selfish brooding  

inside these walls of despair  

in that hallow cave shrouded in darkness.  

~  

Once your ink touches mine,  

all is right in our fragile, little world.  

All is much brighter.

~  

Resign yourself freely  

for I am young and I am tough.

I can take you on, old man  

and I plan to  

for I am stubborn as a mule.

~  

So go on, darling,  

nonchalantly so  

in your cold, calculative demeanor  

demand no  

attachments between us.

Wail against the fates or  

storm against the heaven or hell  

that brought us to this point in our story...

~  

This is it, my darling.

We have poetry and love to make together.

This is us.

Not just here in the depths of the deep.  

Someday, I will be topless,

lying next to you in the daylight  

as you read aloud to me

and I stroke you gently for inspiration.

~  

Am I ashamed?

No.

My scars signify my struggle.

and I carry them with me,  

exposing them to few.

Only revealing old wounds now and then  

to the one's like you, darling,  

who are willing to look closely  

and see the beauty  

inside peeled blisters of skin.

~  

I do not expect you to fully grasp

the measure of what is happening now.  

Do not fear, my love.  

We have been here before  

and it will keep on  

happening...  

like an endless ripple.  

Until we meet again  

and get it right...  


~  


Yours,  

LostGirl

LostGirl18
Written by LostGirl18
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