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Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
I do not need you to love me
like an insecure youth.
Life has been cruel
and taught me that such words can be mute.

I do not need you to hold me
each and every night.
I have learnt that such demands
can drive one further away.

I do not need you to change me,
or me to change you.
Such actions are poignant
like a steak through the heart.

I do need some sense of security though,
to know that you trust me
to be there when you need me
and when you don't,
and for you to do the same for me.

As long as our hearts may desire,
and faith that when they no longer do,
that I will be a sweet fading memory
for you.
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
" I do not fear the night time,
no, my fear is much beyond that,
I fear the darkness within my soul -
the unrecognisable face in the mirror.
"
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
I want to bleach my soul
so that it may be untainted
and returned
to its original
blank canvasry
of beauty
and innocence,
as sweet as welcomed summer rain.
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
I've had enough
I grow weary
of having to
crawl
my way.
To be dragged
upon my knees
which are ****** and grazed
by palms which are clutching
to hopeless nothing
wishing, praying, begging
for there to be something,
anything -
more.
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
I have these words
etched onto the
left hand corner
of my heart.

The grá I have for you,
so full and bold -
A love so meaningful
it can never truly be
told.

Mise agus Tusa,
you and me,
just three little words
etched into my heart.
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
I am everything I have ever been
I am no one, only me.

I am all the colours of the rainbow,
the wind and the rain, and the unbearable heat.

I am the sun and moon,
the grass, the mountains and the oceans blue.

I am all my failures, and all that I have conquered,
I am everything that I have seen, everything I wished to keep.

I am everything I have ever gained,
and everything I've lost.

I am everything,
but I am nothing at all.
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
You are a million miles away
so far beyond my reach
that my touch will never again
be greeted by your laughter,
or the glint of mischievous dirt-brown eyes.
And the echoing of my name
through the colours of your voice
will never again fill this empty space.

You are a million miles away,
next to me, not in outer space.
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