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[aid] => mick
[title] => (The Chaos) Under My Skin
[time] => 2006-04-05 17:30:11
[hometext] => This is like my poem MEMORY LANE, but less nastalgic. It's to David. Mitchell might not agree and might be angry, but I've known David for 13 years. This have been hard, my energy has to go somewhere. Thank You to anyone who comments.
[bodytext] =>  When your hand touches my skin, memories flood back in. Memories old. Memories dead. Memories far from the skin all come back to mind. Your sad eyes tell a story I cannot see. They ask me for forgiveness. Have I become that cold? Have I hurt you that much? Now the future is at hand. What will become of all these lies I’ve had? Remind me what I’m here for. One step away from death, one step away from something else. I close my eyes and I see everything…feel everything. I feel your heart beating inside your chest when it had stopped beating long ago. I remember when I want to forget everything I know. Scars run across your face where you’ve cut your face when you’ve shaved. Your eyes, an emerald color, show me you’ve got nothing more to hold. Why do I anticipate the worst? You were the first and you were the first to go. Every kind word breaks me more. Why can’t you just make me hate you? I don’t want to be so confused… Memories old. Memories dead and cold. All here to greet me. As your hand touches my skin, I turn away, afraid I’ll feel something for you again. I have to keep a distance or someone will ask questions. I’m looking at you from the other side of the glass. The reality of this hurts worse than the fantasy I reside in. I feel your sadness, your anger, and your love, but I can’t feel my own. Have I become so cold? So close to the skin…so close to knowing… To knowing what? I close my eyes and take it in. Just one more breath before I leave you to yourself. Kiss the chaos and pray for it to never come back. But here it is right under the skin. Here it is right under my skin. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 32 [informant] => MG_Akela22090 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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