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[aid] => mick
[title] => Loving You is Far Too Dangerous
[time] => 2010-06-26 12:56:27
[hometext] => It's Complicated
[bodytext] => It came with a hollow crack-- a widening wedge-- the fearful peering at Hope's Edge; at the pittifulty small; the fearful offering, the tiny tiniest etch of a smile; of the looking away of the not wanting to see or relate to what was happening when Love's Mote threatens to push open my Hope's creaky door long closed; isolated and remote; but you in gauzy white with a singe word siren called and my squirieled soul peered out from it's bitter cold trembling from too many alcohol-infused tattered dreams hunched over the checkered table cloth Desperately Wondering "How can this woman love me." Worse; I knew she did and that served to coax my wounded self to unwrap its bandages in fear and loathing against my own Terrified Will which sought the light she was but fearing fear and dread, heard that voice which said "Don't take the chance; don't go" "Opening that door" the voice said "might bring in her light but too loose your own dark within." The dark which shrouds my soul is gnarled there, festering; mad, wounded blood still seeping, seething, terrified and terrifying just inside that door such that when it opens to her innocent light it will launch out, strike and punish something, and someone for having been imprisoned there. And I am the one who shackled it to protect the World from I and it- a shielding from those I love from my own inner dark self; I had imprisoned it there for years; until you came. You made me open the door a crack then I knowing the dark one resides just inside ready to leap from sudden crouch would lash out to crush your light; and then the crime would have been done. Love would, by these lights lay face down; inside the white chalk outline; my dark shadow would be loosed upon the cringing landscape; nothing gained a risk for love gone bad. I cupped your face in my fearful hands and quietly said, lying "I don't love you;" saving her life rather than risk her soul dying at my hands. Innie, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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