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Right at this very moment
there isn't much on this Earth I'd rather do
than interlace our fingers
and look into eachother's eyes
  and nip at your ears, collarbone and neck
as I make sweet, passionate Love
to you.
For a beautiful and lovely muse.
I'll Never Stop Loving You

I feel this hurt thats deep inside
That I hide so others wont see
I say words pretending that I dont care
When I know you're the world to me

I listen to others as they call you names
And I try to see their point of view
Still somehow I know deep in my heart
I'll never stop loving you

It was a promise to God to forever be
But now I walk this path alone
I fill the void and loneliness
With others who come and go

Time will heal is what they say
And I must find that someone new
I can heal my heart and let go of the pain
But I'll never stop loving you

*Carl Joseph Roberts
Sometimes I feel numb
It's a strange, kind of sad feeling.
I can feel it in my heart.
And I know it's strange to say that I can feel my numbness,
but isn't it also strange to feel the itch of a phantom limb,
or the sorrow that comes with the excitement of something new,
only to realize it won't last forever.
It's really hard for me to control it,
I don't know why I can't.
If I could just rip the pain,
or lack thereof out of my chest I would.
In a heart beat,
no pun intended.
No one told me this could happen,
I thought there was simply happy and sad,
I didn't know there was anything that could fall in between.
All I want to do is to feel everything,
I want to love everyone.
I want to care about everything,
but it's so hard when this numbness keep sneaking back into my veins,
pulsing through my body once again.
Telling me to sleep it off,
or to stay home,
because it's easier to avoid than confront.
That's why I try so hard in conversations,
because trying is all I can do when it comes through.
This doesn't happen everyday,
it sometimes doesn't even happen every week,
but it's still tough.
Some days I am bursting at the seams with my love for the world.
Some days I care so much,
and I try so hard.
Then some days I cry,
for stupid reasons.
Because it's healthy,
because I need to.
Because sometimes the weight of the world is pressing against every bone in my body,
and I need to release it.
But some days I don't feel anything at all,
and it's a scary and foreign feeling.
Because I'm bursting at the seams,
and I only have so much thread to patch the holes,
in this worn, and stretched body.
So please just let me feel for a few more minutes,
I'd rather that than continue in this abyss of numbness.
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