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Their failures plague you us
over and over.

They are the reason
why I fight so hard,
why I cry so hard.

They have tampered with 
your vision and heart.

They have control 
over your actions,
your thoughts,
our love.

Dictating
something that is
no longer theirs.

Because of them
I have to fight
for my position,
your love,
and your trust.

There is no love
if there is no faith.
And they have stripped
that to your core.

To fix what they have broken,
I will remain on my knees
screaming for you
to stop pushing me down.

I will tenderly gather
each piece, one by one.
Loving each one
until you feel whole again.

Love is No Sin.

Normality is a crowd-sourced fantasy.
But it turns every single silent person in this park into an enemy.

She'd take one salty glance at two guys kissing and be hissing vinegar our way.
"I've got nothing against gays," She'd say, "But do you have to do it in front of my kids?"
And she runs away. They never do stay long enough to look you in the eyes.

Jesus saved a lot of time when He died for all our crimes that He would've wasted, teaching small minds that love is no sin. 

So why is a goodbye kiss, no walk in the park?

Sean Lionadh

Your Visits

I dreamt of you every night for a week straight. During the day you would not cross my mind. But in my slumber, you were there.
Walking by. Laughing. Sitting on the couch. Cooking.
Your voice would echo. Nothing was coherent.
You made your presence known in my dreams. Every. Single. Night. The only thing I ask of you is to laugh more. And to bring my father next time. 

Emotions

they will manipulate you

they will take your tongue and jaw in such a grip

leaving you vulnerable

they will make you say things

do things

that you would not have before

they can haunt you

they can drag you down with such a weight

and even drown you

some people are slaves

jumping to action eagerly

without a second thought

others stand firm

wires on their teeth

refusing to succumb 

you can be corrupted

you can turn into someone you are not

or you can stand firm

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You are
the wild flower
the warmth of the morning sun

You were
my pulsing heart
my every hope

You are
the pride in my eyes
and the hole in my chest

You were
the one I sacrificed everything for
the one I stood by and defended

You are
in every roaring storm
in every gasp of air

You were
living in pain
but will forever live through me

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It will never go away.
This I understand completely.

It is a cloak of mist, tangling my mind.
Poisoning my thoughts.
Obscuring my vision.

Some days it is thick and dense,
crawling around me and hanging low.
Others just a slow, faint drizzle.
Barely noticeable, somewhat tolerable.

But always there.
Always a reminder.

A constant buzzing in my core.
Cold and piercing,
or a steady, deep throb.

The pain is as evident and broad as your absence.
It will never go away.