You love me.
But your love,
It’s the same love
As the January Sun;
An abbreviated afternoon
Punctured with pockets
Of cumulonimbus skies.
Your kisses breed frostbite,
Coating every syllable
In a gelid timber.
But I found something,
Even if you are
Just passing through.
And it was enough
For me to latch onto,
Even if all I have ever held
Was merely a reflection;
I’ll reject reality
To keep living
In your light.
I exist to you
Only as dense air;
Slowing your time,
But you can’t, won’t stop.
All that remains
Are your refracted rays,
And the scatterings of
A cranberry glass heart.
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I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.
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That little light from your lampshade 
Cranberry glass-sure does sound cold.
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