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Eminentia

sliding like honey
when there’s time,
in those stolen moments
in broad daylight -
it’s not right;
but I’m here, all the same
because my selfishness
has no bounds
and I want to be sorry,
but I’m not

this Aries’ fury burns
way too bright,
and I’ve never been good
at dimming my flame -
the essence yet restrained
will still consume you;
I know it and I don’t care,
even though
I often wonder if I should

forgive me if I’m spitting
all over you;
it’s a hard habit to break,
and I’m awfully lazy
about taking actual part
in my resistance;
so buckle up
my buttercup,
the ride you’re on
will be bumpy;
I realize I’m speaking
as if that wasn’t
previously apparent

I’ve been dismembered
in ways I can’t speak of -
even still, after all this time;
trauma is a starved wolf
wandering in the snow -
it’s sharp teeth
are permanently latched
to my ankles;
it makes me bitter,
full of a rage that frightens me;
but I’m soft underneath,
still hoping like the small girl
for the good, the kind, the real
in my connections;
I am complete
in my intentions,
although that really doesn’t
make me any better for you -
and I don’t want to be sorry,
but I am
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Author's Note
Cold January day musings
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